The countdown to the art auction is truly on. Only a few more days for all of us who have been working on this thing to either realize we pulled off a mini-miracle, or for us to have our hopes and aspirations dashed against the rocks of our inexperience.
We have some amazing art, and more continues to come in. I have been touched once more by the generosity of my friends, which has been joined by total strangers who have generously sent in pieces or are bringing pieces to entrust to us because they believe in our cause. For their sakes, more than anything else, I hope this is an amazing event. With that goal in mind, I have to get back to work. There is a lot to do, and I have been betrayed by Time Warner, the entity that will only allow me to record two shows at a time, forcing me to pick between figure skating, Canadian hockey, American Idol and the Westminster Dog Show. I weighed my options closely, trying to decide which one I could live without. None sprang to mind, so I'll be creating Artist's Cards in front of the idiot tube. And, I'm sick, just to make matters a little more fun. Something about the Olympics: it just brings chaos to my life.
However, as I created the playlist for the event, chosing songs by bands that Kelsey loved, but were not too profane for the general public (not as easy as you might think). One thing she didn't rebel on was my love for Rush and the Moody Blues, so I picked one from each. One of many reasons I am a Rush fan is that their lyrics are intelligent and wide ranging. This is what I picked for her. I know this was almost certainly about two adults in a relationship, but nevertheless, I think it fit as something I would have liked to have said to Kelsey. Here it is, my choice of Rush songs on the iPod playlist for Saturday night:
We have some amazing art, and more continues to come in. I have been touched once more by the generosity of my friends, which has been joined by total strangers who have generously sent in pieces or are bringing pieces to entrust to us because they believe in our cause. For their sakes, more than anything else, I hope this is an amazing event. With that goal in mind, I have to get back to work. There is a lot to do, and I have been betrayed by Time Warner, the entity that will only allow me to record two shows at a time, forcing me to pick between figure skating, Canadian hockey, American Idol and the Westminster Dog Show. I weighed my options closely, trying to decide which one I could live without. None sprang to mind, so I'll be creating Artist's Cards in front of the idiot tube. And, I'm sick, just to make matters a little more fun. Something about the Olympics: it just brings chaos to my life.
However, as I created the playlist for the event, chosing songs by bands that Kelsey loved, but were not too profane for the general public (not as easy as you might think). One thing she didn't rebel on was my love for Rush and the Moody Blues, so I picked one from each. One of many reasons I am a Rush fan is that their lyrics are intelligent and wide ranging. This is what I picked for her. I know this was almost certainly about two adults in a relationship, but nevertheless, I think it fit as something I would have liked to have said to Kelsey. Here it is, my choice of Rush songs on the iPod playlist for Saturday night:
Open Secrets
It went right by me,
At the time it went over my head
I was looking out the window
At the time it went over my head
I was looking out the window
I should have looked at your face instead
It went right by me
Just another wall
There should have been a moment
When we let our barriers fall
I never meant what you're thinking...
That's not what I meant at all.
Well I guess we all have these feelings
We can't leave unreconciled
Some of them burned on our ceilings
Some of them learned as a child
The things that we're concealing
Will never let us grow
Time will do its healing
You've got to let it go
Closed for my protection
Open to your scorn
Between these two directions
My heart is sometimes torn
I lie awake with my secrets
Spinning around my head
Something that somehow escaped me
Something you shouldn't have said
I was looking out the window
I should have looked at your face instead.
Well I guess we all have these feelings
We can't leave unreconciled
Some of them burned on our ceilings
Some of them learned as a child
I find no absolution
In my rational point of view
Maybe some things are instinctive
But there's one thing you could do
You could try to understand me
I could try to understand you.
You could try to understand me
I could try to understand you.
It went right by me
Just another wall
There should have been a moment
When we let our barriers fall
I never meant what you're thinking...
That's not what I meant at all.
Well I guess we all have these feelings
We can't leave unreconciled
Some of them burned on our ceilings
Some of them learned as a child
The things that we're concealing
Will never let us grow
Time will do its healing
You've got to let it go
Closed for my protection
Open to your scorn
Between these two directions
My heart is sometimes torn
I lie awake with my secrets
Spinning around my head
Something that somehow escaped me
Something you shouldn't have said
I was looking out the window
I should have looked at your face instead.
Well I guess we all have these feelings
We can't leave unreconciled
Some of them burned on our ceilings
Some of them learned as a child
I find no absolution
In my rational point of view
Maybe some things are instinctive
But there's one thing you could do
You could try to understand me
I could try to understand you.
You could try to understand me
I could try to understand you.
- Neil Peart
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