sotd #2. for my bro.
because, all of a sudden, sitting at my desk, i miss him so much. am gonna call him up and tell him i think he rocks. even though he sometimes annoys me to the point of eyestabbage. i’m sure i do the same for him.
anyway, here tis.
welcome to wherever you are – bon jovi
(i aint no big fan, but i know he is)
i still think of him alot (he’s not dead, we’re just both a lot older, have families, careers and mad lives) as nineteen, long hair and alot of ripped jeans action, making fart jokes and playing smoke on the water. non.stop. living across the passage from me and trying to fathom out statistics.
i guess, sometimes, i miss being teenage and running around with him, sillily, and doing crazy shit and not caring.
…and then he answered my text with a phonecall. and we laughed.
he said: “what are you doing on youtube?”
and i said: “posting porn”
he said: “CATHERINE!”
and i laughed.
he knows im not being serious.
and then he gave me a full review of the newer bon jovi album, compared it to previous ones (i guess those stetsons meant something after all!), we caught up on the band goss, and i had a little sigh.
he’s got his bon jovi, i have my alanis morissette. the paradigms, i used to call them.
that’s my brother. and i love him.
now, just as we are, and then, in our mutual hippy ‘wear alot of torn jeans, listen to the same music on repeat’ days.
(wait. we still do the same music thing hehe).
it has always been you who teaches me to be present, look forward and sing, even if you sound like shit.
that is all.
(wait. wah. i just found the vid for ‘she don’t know me’ and am canning myself)