visionary dude

Hey everybody! Mark Michaels here.

I keep meaning to get rich and famous and charm the pants off of the entire universe, but instead I have to get up and go to work everyday so I can keep my toilet flushing and my lightbulbs turned on.

But don't you worry, I'll get there somehow.  But August just seems like a kind of dead zone, like amazing things just aren't going to happen in August.  In August its hot and slimey and when you get home you're tired and its all you can do just to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and take your shoes off.

Wait? What the crap am I talking about?  Its only July still!  I've still got stupid August to deal with next month.  Oh well, I'm sure things are bound to start looking up.

So you might recognize the album cover there on the right.  Like I said in the last post, I used to be kind of delusional that I was the reincarnation of Jim Morrison, or something.  The fact that I attended the same junior college and State University (FSU) for a while (and even applied to the same grad school--UCLA film school), somehow reinforced this delusion.  Plus I grew my hair out long and wrote some silly songs while I was high.

I used to thumb through the Jim Morrison Biography sometimes to see if I was on track to be as famous and successful as Jim Morrsion at the same age.  I would check the book and say, well, Jim had his first hit single by the time he was 22 (just making that up right now) and I'm 21 and a half, so I have another six months to get discovered and make it big.

Of course, now I'm kind of off the charts at age 34 because Jim Morrison was already dead 7 years or so by that age.  I think I read somewhere that Bukowski didn't publish his first story or poem until he was 30 or 35 (probably totally wrong and don't even feel like checking right now) and I used to take some comfort in that, but now its like, what the hell does it matter.

What's really extra weird is that I don't even consider myself any kind of singer or performer anymore.  I just went through this kind of fantasy/mania when I was in my early twenties where I thought I was this gifted singer, poet, seer, visionary dude.  Because I believed it so much I think I might have fooled a couple of other people too.   But not too many. 

But now you couldn't really get me to sing Karoake really.  Or if I sing, its in a funny voice.

Anyway, can't think too good right now cause it feels like there's some sort of rock in my head.

9:32:43 PM