Disco Delerium

It's a hot August night and I have trash and recycling to take out; then I have dishes to wash. It strikes me that I am doing Night Work, a la the new eponymous title track from the latest Scissor Sisters opus.

I have since completed said night work, and I am humbly trying to articulate what exactly I am feeling when I listen to this music. With all that seems to be off-kilter with my life plan, the music seems to soothe me. I can happily dowse myself with Dawn and scrub sponge mopping up Rice a Roni from yesterday's blase effort at dinner as long as I have Del, Jake, BabyDaddy and Ana Matronic rolling around between my ears.

More realistically, my medication for my abhorrent sinus infection seems to be turning me into a daytime pariah, hating sleep in all its incarnations. I have consistently had a two a.m. bedtime for the past week or so. I think my mind is more expanded and stimulated at this witching hour.

It's at this point I become simultaneously introspective, retrospective, and prospective, all in the same synaptic second. That is why I sat down to see what lexical treasures I could elucidate from my heightened sense of self.

Of course, this is all a chemical delusion. I am in a delirious funk of tambourine and tango, and the fleeting feeling of joy is ever so much closer.

I guess that's all for now. My iPod battery is wearing down and I need to plug in. Cheers to chasing the dragon, even if in reality the dragon is a disco diva. It takes one to know one I guess. Ta-Tah.

my favorite band

The Scissor Sisters and I have intertwined destinies. Last year, Ta-Dah came out just before my birthday. The year before that, Chad took me to see them in Indianapolis for my birthday. Now, "Hurrah" comes out just before my birthday again!

If you haven't heard their music, go get it. I'm not going to burn any CDs for you. You need to support this band.