Ok, so Grammys nominations came out today. Gnarls Barkley is up for several awards. I'm not about to argue that "Crazy" is a worthy of Grammy, or that it even is a good song, but dammit to hell, if it's not catchy. For some reason, I will forever associate this song with 2006. Dave Isaac had told me about some band with a name that sounded like a former forward for the Houston Rockets. Then I saw Cee-Lo and Mighty Mouse on Conan O'Brien and I really grooved to their sound. I urgently bought their album St. Elsewhere for like 9 bucks at Target not long after graduating when I was back in Kankakee. The album became my soundtrack for the winds of change in my life. "Crazy" became my anthem. After I had moved out of Urbana, I returned one more time to hang out with my compatriots from A1 and my friends from Carriage Lane. Maybe its because I was playing the album ad nauseum at the time, but I cannot listen to a song on that album without getting all sentimental about my five years in Urbana and the people there.
I Remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that place. Even your emotions had an echo in so much space.
Here's a video of my first encounter with Gnarls Barkley. The tempo is very slow, Cee-Lo's voice seems strained, but there's something very beautiful about it.
My life has taken on some Crazy changes in the past few months. All for the better. I'm nowhere near where I thought I'd be, or where anyone else thought I'd be. But in the words of the immortal Mr. Zvi Bar-Chaim, "Just think how boring your life would be if you did everything that everyone expected you to do. You'll have a much more interesting life if you do something completely random and unexpected." I think you're right Wailing Wall. My parents and maybe even some of my friends probaby think I'm crazy for coming down to Orlando to begin with, not to mention extending another 6 months. I probably am. But it all kinda makes sense in the ebb and flow of my mind. I'll figure how things work and fit together eventually.
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