I love Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah but I have to be in just the right mood to listen to it. Sometimes I’m too fragile for it. And I don’t know what kind of secret chord David has although I’m definitely glad the Lord is pleased with it. Oh and you know what’s weird? Why is he singing if the person that he’s signing to “doesn’t care for music” in the first place?! Hello, wrong art form!
I’m always too fragile for k.d lang’s version. I can take or leave Rufus Wainwright’s. Although I like him and I’m worried that he will read what I wrote and get his feelings hurt. Must send Rufus a nice note and resist the Rufus/Doofus rhyme.
I also feel that was about Hey Jude. Why isn’t there a comma after Hey? Shouldn’t it be Hey, Jude? I can only listen to that song under the best of circumstances. The best of circumstances meaning nearly complete emotional sterility. If anything is amiss in my world, including Murray’s Bagels being out of whitefish salad, which has happened exactly once that I know of, Hey Jude will reduce me to ennui.
Also, ennui is one of those words that doesn’t mean what I think it should. To me, ennui is sadness. Like an eunuch. An eunuch is someone who is very sad because he castrated. Actually, it’s just someone who has been castrated, but I’m guessing he’s sad about it because I’m empathetic to others who also have ennui.
I love the name Jude. Damn it, why didn’t I name either and/or both of my kids Jude?! I didn’t even consider it. That was a mistake. This is why people should have children when they’re teenagers and listen to music whenever they fucking want to and not when they feel emotionally non-fragile and surrounded by whitefish salad.
I could have named at least one of them Jude and maybe even spelled it Jewed. I wonder if it’s too late for a name change. It’s not like my kids are famous or have patents to their non-Jude names.
Sometimes I have thoughts that are funny but are really bad idea. I think Jewed is one of them.
I’m getting sleepy.