I had the craziest dream the other night. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I was moments away from taking the stage as the singer for the legendary band Queen. Even now as I’m awake, I can remember the uneasy feeling caused by:
Will I remember all the lyrics?
Is my voice good enough? I’m not a singer!
How can I pretend I have charisma?
I also remember there was a guy standing nearby, Marc Martel. I knew he would be a better man to take the stage in the role I was somehow filling. You see, Marc can sound exactly like Freddie Mercury and if you didn’t already know, Marc’s voice was one you heard in the Queen biopic “Bohemian Rhapsody.” So yeah, he’s MUCH better at this than me.
I have no idea what this dream means and most likely won’t be looking into it any further. I just thought it was funny. Also, Marc is awesome! The title of this post doesn’t mean anything beyond this: if I’m the lead singer of Queen, please let the band fade into obscurity quickly 🙂
Last year, I was hanging out with some friends who’d recently been laid off and since. We were in an environment where putting together a Spotify playlist was appropriate, so created a “recently laid off playlist” and played it loud. This is not the first list I’ve made about the dreaded pink slip, but this one is a bit different. It’s kind of like that last ‘hoo-rah’… the last time around the track… a final farewell. So enjoy this list of songs (mostly just the titles, actually) for music you can play after you or someone you know has been laid off, fired, let go, downsized, or sent in a direction the company wasn’t going.
Songs for after being laid off or fired…
“Work From Home” – Fifth Harmony feat. Ty Dolla $ign
“Don’t Talk to Me About Work” – Lou Reed
“I Want to Break Free” – Queen
“Life Ain’t Fair and the World Is Mean” – Sturgill Simpson
“Lord Have Mercy on the Working Man” – Travis Tritt
“Uprising” – Muse
“If We Make It Through December” – Merle Haggard
“Red, White & Pink Slip Blues” – Hank Williams, Jr.
“Gives You Hell” – The All-American Rejects
“Summertime Blues” – Alan Jackson
“The Crossroads” – Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
“Roll With The Changes” – REO Speedwagon
Thanks for stopping by! Feel free to add more in the comments below, and good look in your job search 🙂
There’s eye contact. Laughing. An attractive woman with a pretty smile. She touches his arm playfully. He compliments her style. This has all the makings of a great relationship forming. But what happens when there’s one thing, one critical thing, missing?
It might not be apparent on the first date, or even a 5th date, but have you ever been out with someone only to realize you don’t have romantic feelings for them? Whether you ever admit it to them or not, I imagine it’s happened to most of us at least once.
So let’s get personal, shall we? Earlier this year I spent time with someone in whom I was hoping to have interest. There was clearly an attempt on both of our parts to strike the match for a romantic spark. We went out a few times and saw each other quite a bit in “non-date” scenarios. All that to say, we were able to see each other’s personalities pretty well, and I was purposely trying to be a gentleman throughout the entire dating relationship. I know I’ve got a long way to go, but I’m generally happy with how I behaved. Well… that makes one of us!
I’m not one to leave things hanging or to assume she can read my mind so once I knew I didn’t have feelings for her, I wanted to talk about it. Now, I’ll be the first to admit I’m not one who’s known for being tactful. I’ve got none! But I made a point to be kind, considerate, and to muster up at least an ounce of tact. It must not’ve worked. Somehow my approach for sharing my feelings was off-putting and she took the opportunity to let me know. Let’s just say she had a spirited response…
…which was 17 pages. FRONT AND BACK!!
OK, it wasn’t as dramatic and the Ross and Rachel saga, nor was it more than 10 or 11 pages, but she was clearly upset and told me all about it. And just so you have all the facts, she also didn’t have romantic feelings for me! The verbal lashing seemed to be out of left field, and what I couldn’t figure out is who she thought she was talking to? And I don’t mean that in a puffed up kind of way. What I mean is that she derided pretty much my entire approach to our dating relationship, the same dating approach I was proud of! Surely she was thinking about some other fellow, right?
Way back in the back of my mind I couldn’t help but think what really upset her is that I brought it up first. Maybe she wanted to be first to say there wasn’t interest. I honestly don’t know, and won’t ever know, because after I defended myself, and spent time considering her comments, I let it go. Any further communication would not have been helpful to either of us.
What helped me through this is remembering I can only marry one person. So every other person in the entire world is someone I didn’t marry. Makes sense, right? These other people… either I didn’t know them, didn’t date them, or didn’t have romantic feelings for them. Those are all the options. So this latest relationship is simply one of the ones that aren’t the one. I wish her the best…
As tje band Queen said, “Another one bites the dust!”
I love music. Growing up, I’d listen to it as I fell asleep. Family road trips included a Sony Walkman, a portable cd player, a minidisc player, or whatever music player I had at the time. I’m obsessed with it because of how it makes me feel, or how the perfect song at the perfect time can change, well, change everything. It’s “Eye of the Tiger” in a Rocky movie. It’s the Chicago Bulls theme song. It’s Queen’s “Save Me” in an episode of New Girl. It’s “Voices That Care” during Desert Storm.
All that to say, I’ve heard a lot of music in my 36 years. Lots of good music. But not often does a song compel me to drop what I’m doing, to change my entire outlook, to cock my head to the side thinking, “Really?” With those kinds of songs, it’s more than my ears hearing it, my heart hears, too.
Today it happened again. I was cleaning the kitchen, or fixing lunch, looking at the ceiling? OK I don’t remember what I was doing but that’s sort of the point. The song swept me out of my little house and for a second there, I was at church. Take a listen but be warned, you may need to be baptized after!
“Are you gonna take me home tonight? Down beside that red firelight? Are you gonna let it all hang out?”
On the couch watching the season finale of “The Bachelor: Sean Lowe,” I think to myself how glad I am that I never applied to be on the show (though admittedly, I’ve considered applying before). It’s not so much that the formula doesn’t work, because there are success stories. I just know generally how it would go because of my track record and the show’s. You see, all the failed relationships I’ve been in have only one thing in common… me! It’s the harsh truth. So even if I were to make it on “The Bachelor” or as a contestant on “The Bachelorette,” it would ultimately end in a break-up. From the last girl I dated in Florida to the Asian I didn’t speak to in Harrah’s Casino last weekend, no relationship has progressed as far as it could have. But hey, I’m cool with that because things are different than they were in Florida because of stuff like this. And the Harrah’s girl, well, her memory will just serve as fuel to the fire the next time I want to act but hesitate.
So back to “The Bachelor,” at this point in the finale, we don’t know if Sean proposes to Lindsay (who wants marriage more than she wants Sean) or Catherine (who wants Sean more than she wants marriage), but one thing’s for sure… fat-bottomed girls make the rockin’ world go round.
“The slate will soon be clean I’ll erase the memories To start again with somebody new Was it all wasted, all that love?”
-Lindsay or Catherine??? (and Queen, legally)