Esoteric Bowl

If my walls could talk, they would tell you that they thirst for a lovely new coat of paint. If my windows could speak, they would share their wish to be dressed with real curtains. If my bathroom had a voice, it would sing its inner desire to be painted in bright bold colors, to have shiny new fixtures and faucets and a squeaky-clean shower curtain. If my kitchen could converse, it would explain its longing to be modernized with sleek cabinets and state-of-the-art appliances. If my computer could verbalize, it would express its desire to sit upon a genuine desk. And if my television could tell you a secret, it would blab and reveal that I watched far too many episodes of Trading Spaces this weekend.

One Christmas year when I was in first grade, the teacher asked each of us to bring from home a wire hanger and tissue paper. She told us that we were going to learn how to make a Christmas wreath for the holidays.

When I got home, I explained to Mom that we were going to learn how to make Christmas wreaths at school, and that I had to bring a wire hanger and tissue paper to class the next day. Later that evening, we went to Longs Drug Store. In the arts and crafts section of the store, Mom found the many varieties of tissue paper. We both agreed that the white paper with a light pattern of green, red, and gold specks was the best because it looked Christmasy.

The next day at school, the teacher asked us all to get out our wire hangers and our tissue paper. We all went to our cubby holes, pulled out our supplies, and returned to our desks. I was excited about the project. I sat quietly in my chair, admiring the pretty tissue paper that I had, and waited for the teacher to give us directions.

The teacher looked at me, and I smiled back. She then asked if that was the tissue paper that I had brought for the project. Proudly, I said it was, thinking that she must want to show the rest of the class the lovely paper that I had brought. I then quickly crashed to earth when she pointed out that I wasn’t supposed to bring tissue paper, but tissue paper!

One day in my younger years,
Grandma asked what I wanted to be;
I told her how I dreamed of a career,
of one day being a disc-jockey;
With disappointment, she looked at me,
my decision, she could not endorse;
But she felt she must speak free,
so she told me without sounding coarse,
“You’re too big to ride a horse.”

I spent some time over the weekend downloading and listening to music. It’s always amazing how some songs have the ability to take the mind back to another time, digging up memories that have long since been buried or forgotten.

As I listened to the many tunes, I was reminded of various events of my life. I then began to wonder what songs would be included in a soundtrack if there happened to be a movie about my life. I realize the chances of a movie being made about me is rather nil, but sometimes the mind thinks of weird stuff.

Anyway, here is the list of songs that I’ve compiled for my possible soundtrack. I attempted to limit the list to ten songs, but ended up with fourteen. There were many other songs that were difficult to exclude, but they will have to be included in the soundtrack for the sequel.

* Follow - Richie Havens

* Us and Them - Pink Floyd

* While My Guitar Gently Weeps - Beatles

* Fade Into You - Mazzy Starr

* Babe I’m Gonna Leave You - Led Zeppelin

* Samba Pa Ti - Santana

* You Can’t Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones

* Going to California - Led Zeppelin

* Last Goodbye - Jeff Buckley

* I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself - White Stripes

* Adia - Sarah Mclachlan

* Aqueous Transmission - Incubus

* Spoon - Dave Mathews Band

* Dancing Barefoot - U2