Yeah, it should be for world peace. Or an end to hunger. Or even another U2 tour this summer (didn't anyone tell them I was leaving?!?) or love.
But I think that, if I only had one wish, I would get rid of nose hair. But not just mine: yours, too. Not that I've noticed yours - quite the contrary - but I think that maybe this is one of those things that's not doing any of us any good, and I'd like to be the guy who takes care of that.
And before someone (not naming names) spouts off about how it's important and our body needs a filter and blah, blah, blah, let me just say that THAT'S why we have technology... to take care of stuff like that without us having to have hair growing in our noses.
Happy weekend, all. After the departure of the MNB's last bass player in a quest for a better work/life/band balance, we have a new guy, and he's playing a solo guitar/vocal gig Saturday night at the Seven Arms in Geneva (in Paquis). I'm going to go cheer him on, and probably
sit in on a tune or two on percussion, and have a great cigar. So if you're in the neighbourhood, give me a shout and we'll meet up. It'll be fun, I promise.
Showing posts with label i want. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i want. Show all posts
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
I Want (Part IV)
To run.
To sing like I don't have neighbours.
A great cigar.
The best shave ever.
To love with nothing held back.
To hit my snare so hard you blink.
To be pure.
To laugh with you.
To wear fun shoes more often.
To hear my little chick say "more?" in that beautiful, we've-been-playing-so-hard-I-can-barely-breathe voice.
Wisdom.
To sing like I don't have neighbours.
A great cigar.
The best shave ever.
To love with nothing held back.
To hit my snare so hard you blink.
To be pure.
To laugh with you.
To wear fun shoes more often.
To hear my little chick say "more?" in that beautiful, we've-been-playing-so-hard-I-can-barely-breathe voice.
Wisdom.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I Want (Part III)
To be dressed by Tom Ford.
To see my little girl's smile.
To always live with passion.
Armrests on every chair.
To get lost in beauty.
To be thankful in everything.
Fewer pixels, and more sunburns.
To remember more.
To sing her to sleep.
To show you what I see.
To be strong, but not tough.
To see my little girl's smile.
To always live with passion.
Armrests on every chair.
To get lost in beauty.
To be thankful in everything.
Fewer pixels, and more sunburns.
To remember more.
To sing her to sleep.
To show you what I see.
To be strong, but not tough.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
I Want (Part II)
To make you think.
To be able to tell if a suit is warm or cool gray before I get it home.
To move mountains.
To make my little girl giggle until she can barely breathe.
To cook for you.
To smile more... but not too much.
To keep my friends.
To make you feel safe.
To win at poker again.
To write a book.
To be able to tell if a suit is warm or cool gray before I get it home.
To move mountains.
To make my little girl giggle until she can barely breathe.
To cook for you.
To smile more... but not too much.
To keep my friends.
To make you feel safe.
To win at poker again.
To write a book.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
I Want (Part I)
To eventually have more posts than labels.
To show my little girl my Father's love.
To create music that takes your breath away.
To remember which direction I was going before I went into the building.
To dance.
To find the perfect sunglasses.
To learn to say goodbye.
To hear you laugh.
To appreciate what I have.
To be like salt.
To make eye contact.
To see Aerosmith.
To be honest.
To take your picture.
[EDIT] Just to avoid any confusion, wanting to create music that takes your breath away is not at all the same as wanting to remake the song, "Take My Breath Away" from the Top Gun soundtrack.
To show my little girl my Father's love.
To create music that takes your breath away.
To remember which direction I was going before I went into the building.
To dance.
To find the perfect sunglasses.
To learn to say goodbye.
To hear you laugh.
To appreciate what I have.
To be like salt.
To make eye contact.
To see Aerosmith.
To be honest.
To take your picture.
[EDIT] Just to avoid any confusion, wanting to create music that takes your breath away is not at all the same as wanting to remake the song, "Take My Breath Away" from the Top Gun soundtrack.
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