Everyone hits that moment in a situation where they realize they are putting in too much effort and getting no reward. One of those moments came for me yesterday. I’m not a huge fan of Valentine’s, and based on the result from yesterday, it’s diminished even more. I’d been getting a slew of advice from a bunch of female friends over someone I had my eye on. Because all the advice I was getting from a zillion different angles was all the same, I was pretty sure I wasn’t misreading anything. Boy was I wrong.
Without going into too much more detail, I won’t be making that same mistake anytime soon.
So what did happen after the realization? I went out to a couple of parties. The first party was being hosted by a new friend that I met last weekend. Ashley Miers. Very nice girl had a bunch of single friends over for a mellow party. Met some nice people there. Then I got a call from another new friend Stew. He and I had been yapping earlier in the evening about my dilemma for the valentine thing. He mentioned a party going on that he was heading to and didn’t want to be a third wheel. So he officially got me to be the 4th wheel.
I met up with him and some other friends at the Farmers Market at the Grove. From there we took off to the hills of Laurel Canyon to a party being hosted by Lucinda Williams. First off, it was hard to find, even with a GPS. Ouch. We finally got there based on my eagle eye for street signs. When we walked in we were introduced by Bob Woodruff who is the person that brought us along. Lucinda happened to be at the door. When she saw me and shook my hand, she looked at me and said “I know you. We’ve met before.” To which I said, I’m not sure that we have but happy to meet you again.
We stood around in a crowded house of people who were all sporting tiny little heart stickers on their person. It was a catered event, so we had to try the food. It was good. I met a filmmaker doing two webseries about art in New York and New Orleans. She was an interesting person. I bumped into a few other people that I actually knew. Then Stew and I met a girl name Emma. I have her last night written down around here somewhere, but I’m too lazy to go get it right now. She is tall and thin. The daughter of a couple of songwriters who have written some hits that I’m sure you’ve heard of. Very nice and interesting girl. Her boyfriend is the keyboard player for the Wallflowers and the Foo Fighers. We met him too. Nice bloke. In fact he’s invited me out to hang for some tuesday night jams. I will be making a stop next tuesday to go do that.
By 2:30 it was time to head out. The party was winding down and we were getting tired. Thus I dropped off at my car and I headed home. Aah.
That is why I’ve chosen today’s song. I think it explains the concept of someone in a relationship that has let things go on for long enough. When the pull out, the other person decides, shit what did I do? Then starts to attempt to rectify the situation only to find out they’re trying too hard to regain something that got lost at a time that has obviously passed. Usually a simple apology at the right time is all that is needed. So long as it’s accompanied by a correction of not doing the offending thing.
As for the song itself. It’s part of one of the best power pop CDs of all time. Jellyfish were amazing writers. Probably still are. Though they’re not in the light of anything now. However, I will be opening up a show later this month for one of Jellyfish’s former live members (Eric Dover). You need to come see that show if you’re in Los Angeles.