Thursday, August 13, 2015

Letter to Erin 20150814

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello there, my darling Erin.  How are you feeling, Sweetie?  I just had my dinner.  I ate out for dinner, just a plain old rice dish at the corner restaurant.  Right now, I'm watching a 2 and a half hour evaluation on Zildjian ride cymbals.  Hey, I'm VERY fussy about my cymbals.  I wouldn't ever have more than 3 cymbals on my kit including the hi-hat.  I don't think you would ever sit through these cymbal evaluation videos like me.  And to tell you the truth, it puts me to sleep.  But I can watch it over and over and over again and again and again.  Because I'm VERY fussy about my cymbals.


A while ago, I thought that I would sing "Heaven Or Las Vegas" by the Cocteau Twins.  But I just couldn't understand what the hell she was saying, and when I Googled for the lyrics, the people who posted the lyrics didn't seem to understand what the hell she was saying either.  So I gave up on that.  Then I thought maybe "Lorelei" would be easier to sing, and it's such a beautiful song.  But again when I Googled the lyrics, the words don't sound like anything like what she sounds like she's saying.  I can't get an honest emotional interpretation of the words if I can't understand what the words are.  The only option to emotionally connecting to the words is to precisely copy Elizabeth Fraser.  And that's a second best effort at best, because when you copy somebody you will never be as good as who you copy.  Gah!  I hate singers.  Divas, all of them.

I didn't mean to bore you with work chat.  I pray that you are not overworking, and taking it easy and patiently.  You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me, because you are MY girl.  I love you, and I need you.