Darwin Had A Point

She tricks me into thinkin'
That I can't believe my eyes
I wait for her forever
But she never does arrive

- The Cars, 1978

So, I have heard that saying "When one door closes, another opens." But, what if you discover that there was already a window open, so it didn't matter if the door closed or not? And, why was the fucking door open in the first place? Did you want someone to just walk right in? What if they trashed everything? What if they ripped you off? Keep that damn door closed until you are walking out the damn thing. And lock that fucker behind you.

I watched "End of the Century" again last night. I was interrupted by a phone call from my mother, but I still managed to finish it before crawling into bed around 1:00 am. Yes, I am a night owl.

I don't think there is a single person on this planet that can ever truly understand my love for the Ramones. They changed my life forever. They helped me expand my horizons and musical tastes. They showed me how simplicity can be perfect and beautiful, while remaining fun and energetic. They taught me that not everything has to have deep meaning.

While all good things must come to an end, the finality of the Ramones is all too final. 3 of the 4 original members are dead - 2 from cancer. There can never be a reunion - just like the Beatles.

But, that is just my personal whining. I know I am not the only person that feels that loss.

I saw the Ramones on their last tour on my birthday. During the show, Joey announced to the audience that day would forever be dubbed "Ramones Day." So, in 3 weeks, when I hit 41, I will celebrate my Ramones Day. Gotta dust off my black leather jacket.

So, what does the title of this post and my initial paragraph have to do with anything else in this post? Doesn't matter. It's time for lunch.