Saturday, May 17, 2008

She's Not There (A Poem)

NIGHTS AGO
MY WIFE AND I
WATCHED A FILM.
IT WAS ABOUT TIME.
FINALLY, WE
WERE ABLE TO RELAX
AND UNWIND.


THE FILM BEGAN
WE SAT AND SAW
THE AMAZING PICTURE
STORY AND ALL.
TODD HAYNES'
"I'M NOT THERE"
IS WHAT ITS CALLED.


IT WAS ABOUT
THE SINGER BOB DYLAN.
SIX MARVELOUS
ACTORS WILLIN'.
SOME EVEN
PORTRAYED HIM AS
A VILLAIN.


WHEN THE FILM CLOSED
I ASKED FOR
HER THOUGHTS ON THE FILM.
I WAS SURE
SHE PROBABLY THOUGHT
IT WAS GREAT.
NOT A BORE.


SHE ROLLED HER EYES,
LOOKED INTO MINE.
"CHRIS, YOU HAVE
WASTED MY TIME.
I HATED IT."
THE WORDS PRICKED
MY SPINE.


THE REST OF THAT
NIGHT WAS DESPAIR.
HER 'SYNDROME' STRUCK
AGAIN. SO UNFAIR!
I NEVER KNEW MY
WIFE WAS SUCH
A SQUARE.


THAT NIGHT I
SAID A PRAYER
FOR HER EYES TO
BE OPENED, MADE AWARE.
SOMETIMES,
I REALLY SWEAR THAT
SHE'S NOT THERE.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Dream

Last night, I had a dream that a bomb was about to go off in the house, and it would kill me and my whole family. I was the only one in the house that knew about it. I jumped up from the couch (where I was actually sleeping in realityworld), and ran around the house searching for this bomb, so I could use my years of bombsquad training to deactivate it. In my search, I burst through the bedroom door to find my wife and 10 month old son sleeping soundly in bed, ignorant to the peril we were in. I scanned the room for the bomb, saw this light... this red glowing light with numbers on it. I thought that must be it... that must be the bomb, the mechanical devil himself.
Upon closer inspection of these red numbers, it revealed itself as... not the clicking countdown of our doom... it was an alarm clock. It was then that I realized there was no bomb, everyone was safe, and I was not dreaming anymore. I was standing in the middle of the bedroom, panting heavily, heart racing, looking down at my wife and son in bed, in the flesh. It took me a moment to wake up fully. Then, I calmly left the room, stumbled back to the couch, and went back work.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Surfin' w/ Nada


Adia and I went to see pop/rock band Nada Surf last night at the Trocadero theater in Philadelphia.
We had a great time. It was refreshing to get out of the house and see a concert, something we used to do together all the time (before babies came along and ruined everything). For those who don't know of Nada Surf, they are a rock band from New York, had an alterna-hit "Popular" in the late nineties, then became a legitimately great band in the last 5 years or so. They have a new album called Lucky that is critically acclaimed. Very good album and band. Do yourself a favor and check them out.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

I Have a Competition In Me.

Ya know... I think I might be a prick sometimes.

Last night, my wife Adia and I watched There Will Be Blood, a movie I had seen once before but she had not. I spent the last few weeks telling her how amazing I thought the film was... from Daniel Day-Lewis' brilliant acting, to Jonny Greenwood's moody score. After the brutal glory of the finale, credits rolled, and I turned to Adia to ask what she thought of it. She looked at me, shrugged her shoulders, scrunched up her nose, and said it was 'okay', but nothing really special.

Okay?!? Merely okay?!?! How can you watch the spectacle which is There Will Be Blood and, after experiencing The Power, think the movie was okay, nuthin' special? I would be fine with her even hating the picture. But, the fact that she gave a 'whatever' response really bugged me. So we exchanged a few words. Then she said, why do you do that? Stop hyping up movies like that! When you tell me something is the best thing in the world, my natural reaction is to take the opposite opinion, to pick it apart, and actively try and find flaws in it. Whoa! To that I was pretty much speechless. She goes out of her way to try and NOT like the movies I like. I have a feeling this extends beyond movies to music as well. She always seems very reluctant to warm up to new artists or albums that I try and share with her. The music I tend to show her isn't free jazz avant garde either, its mellow singer songwriter... I guess you could say 'girly' music. She gives the line that I know so well, I don't know. I really only listen to music I already know. What the?!? Then how did she ever start listening to music in the first place? Was she born with a preset digital library of all of the songs, albums, and artists she can ever know? I think the 'opposite opinion' strategy is the culprit with music as well as movies.

Why? Why does she do this? I consider it a disorder. There must be something wrong with her. I clearly don't suffer from this. Whenever she makes me watch her movies, I almost always consciously try to find something I like about it. From the quirky tone of Waitress, to the holiday charm of While You Were Sleeping... there is usually some aspect of these films that appeal to me. Now, I can't say that about all of them... Ten Things I Hate About You, Save The Last Dance, pretty much anything with Julia Stiles in it... putrid! But, I usually try and find the redeeming qualities of her film and music choices. I've grown to really love Over The Rhine, and the Once soundtrack.

Can't she be more like me? Just give the movie a chance. She did say she liked Daniel Day's performance as the evil oil tycoon Daniel Plainview. But to say the film as a whole was merely 'okay'... SIMPLY BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS GREAT... thats just madness, man. I'm trying to put myself in her shoes, really trying. Maybe she wrongly assumes that I think of myself as the music, film, television, literature, entertainment AUTHORITY in our house, and she needs to be able to make up her own 'mind', whatever that means. She might feel that because I deem something worthy to be watched or listened to doesn't exactly make it good. So, she is actively trying to prove me, the Authority, wrong. This is just her way of rebelling isn't it. Its really not that big of a deal. Women need to rebel every once in a while, just to feel like that have a bit of control in their lives. And, now that I think of it, I truly AM our household's all-seeing, all-knowing, all-powerful Wizard of Entertainment. So, once Adia is through with her rebellious phase, she can finally start enjoying and loving all of the movies that I say are good.

Ya know... I think I might be a prick sometimes.


(I'm finished.)