inspiration

I recently read a comment in response to one of Carrie Fisher's blogs that said that you don't need inspiration to blog. Wrong! If I didn't need inspiration to write, I would sit in front of a computer for hours a day and just vomit words. I guess that could be how some people operate, which would explain a lot about Perez Hilton. (I used to love his website, but my disdain for him grows more and more with each passing week thanks to his ill spelling and hypocrisy.) For me, blogging is writing in it's most stripped down and vulnerable form. If I don't blog with inspiration, then my posts have no meaning, just sound like drivel, and do not portray my sharp wit and intelligence. Why on earth would I do something that did not serve to make me look like a better person than others? Egotistical much?

Okay, enough of my "humor". So, in the spirit of not having to be inspired to write, I am going to reach over, turn on my iPod, and let the first song that plays randomly lead me to some sort of topic.

"I Shall Be Released" - Bette Midler
Honestly, first was actually some Patsy Cline song, but I got distracted by something work-related and missed almost the entire song because I didn't press pause. Bob Dylan wrote this song, and strangely enough we have been talking about Dylan at work today, wondering how many awards he's won. I forgot that he won an Oscar for Best Original Song way back in 2000, but once we discussed it, I did vaguely remember the performance. I highly respect Bob Dylan as a songwriter and cannot deny the vast contributions he's made to the music industry. That being said, I wish I never had to hear him or look at him ever again. I hate his voice, and he is one ugly, crazy-looking mofo. I believe 'fros on men can be superhot. Case in point, Lindsey Buckingham, especially circa 1977. But Dylan has this thin, frizzed out 'fro that just reminds me way too much of Phil Spector. (Read any quotes from his wife recently? She's just as batshit crazy as he is.) Like I said though, the man writes great songs. I just find his voice to be very grating. As a general rule, I don't like male singers anyway. This could be in large part because I can't identify with them or, usually, sing along with their songs. When I say I can't identify with them, I don't mean because they sing about losing their woman. I mean, most males sing/rap about partyin' in "da club", or making love in "dis club", or other things that I find have nothing to do with the general human condition. I guess sex does, in its way, but having sex in the bathroom of a club? That's not something that everyone goes through. Everyone loves, loses love, wants love, or is betrayed by someone they love. Those are songs I can get behind, and those are songs that are sung most often by women. Of course, I just generally think women are better anyway. They're smarter, prettier, better at multi-tasking, more responsible, better drivers, and less likely to cheat.

Oh, that one came from nowhere. Anyway, back to Bob Dylan. In conclusion, ugly, but great with words.

Actually, I guess I'm done. Went off the cuff there for quite a bit though, huh?