I swore to God I'd never be what I've become

There's something off with Snow Patrol's lyrics.

Crack the shutters open wide
I want to bathe you in the light
Of day-hay

That last part, the [-hay]? It's lazy. So is [Ooooh]. As a rule (with the mandatory exceptions of course), I have a problem with [Ooooh]. [Ooooh] is lazy. Snow Patrol's [Ooooh] is not functional; it does not add anything. It's "I can't tap into any creativity for this chorus, so let's just cram in an [Ooooh]"-lazy. And like I said, it's right up there with "I'm just going to pretend that [Day] has two syllables". He'd better pretended that [Body] in the next verse only had one syllable, but whatever. Writing is a bitch - I should know.

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We're not doing anything for Christmas. "We" would be my family (mother, stepfather, brother, stepsister etc. etc.). My brother, stepsister and myself concluded that the years of false pretenses (are pretenses ever true to begin with?) are over. So on First Christmas day, I will be eating macaroni with ham and cheese with my adorable son. On Second Christmas day, my friend Ellis will be over and I'll eat something a tad more sophisticated, but not too much (I'm thinking stuffed organic chicken with risotto and just a nice salad).

I know it's kind of sad, yet I am happy to make a brand new start with the whole Christmas thing. Christmas used to be a nightmare. Maybe I can start a new tradition and make Christmas a little more harmonious for me and the kid.

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I can't say that I am particularly looking forward to 2010, because I am a little scared where I will be this time next year. Will it have been worse than 2009? If so, will I be able to even handle that? On the other hand, so many good things are already lined up for next year: three DMB shows, Eric Clapton & Steve Winwood, a couple of 'unheard of'-s in venues like Paradiso, a possible to trip to Indiana and with that, another DMB show (& a trip to California - I mean, if I'm in the country anyway...) and a possible visit from La GM. Best and worst of all will be the kid's first day at school, after summer. I'm crying my eyes out already. He can read his name now. Bursting with pride. Just bursting.

I'll be doing an overview of 2009 later. Love you all.

winter fun with the neighbors

Als je haar maar goed zit (As long as your hair is great - Dutch song)

My hair died.



One day, it was perfectly fine, sitting on my head, straigt as an arrow but what else is new. The next? Dead. Split ends, no life, dull as fuck, no color, gone.



So I had to cut it - the hair is dead, long live the hair. Hair CPR. It looks kinda nice. But until it has grown back - no pictures.



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