You know that thing where you’re going through messages in gmail and when you’re done the cursor happens to be hovering over a friend’s email address so that their information pops up in that little window and seeing their face unexpectedly like that makes you smile?
Because finding a King Missile CD at The Music Store last week reminded me of the time my friend Chris and I stood outside a bar in downtown Omaha to hear as much of their show as we could. It was an 18 and older show and we were 17. John S. Hall came out in between sets and talked to us, signed my tape cover and, according to Chris, hit on me. All I can remember was his hand on my arm while I tried to make sure he understood why Cheesecake Truck changed my life.
Anyway, I always loved this song.
I wish I could sit on soft pillows and drink molten lava
I wish I could make love to the sky
I wish I could eat the corn of Joy and Sorrow
I wish the sky was green and my body was bright blue
I wish I could talk sideways and backwards
I wish nothing could mean something and that everybody could have everything