"I said, 'how did we end up here?' You said, 'happens man'"
Ok who wants to hear something insanely crazy?!?! Well to me it was insanely crazy. I'm in the plane to Detroit and I'm doing some prep work for my arrival and I'm listening to music while I'm doing it on my laptop. The person next to me was a girl. She was a young Indian girl. I noticed her when she came in and sat down next to me. She seemed hip. But how HIP. HOW HIP YOU ASK? This fucking hip:
As I'm playing tunes in my head phone I see her bobbing her head as she shuffles through a magazines. Now for us frequent fliers in the audience we know that no one ever really talks on a fucking plane. Especially at 7 am on Monday. And here is this girl wearing a Dukes of a Hazard t-shirt and she's bobbing her head. Sounds pretty cool right - - - well it gets better.
In my headphones Kimya Dawson is playing - and I'm sort of flirting now by bobbing my head as well and smiling at her. But then - then - I lost my shit - she looked at me and mouthed the chorus to the song.
some day i'll be an old lady
with a big dress and an apron
a babushka and bare feet
i'll be out in my garden
on my hands and knees
and i'll be singing a song
that is really sad and sweet
My eyes got as big as baseballs and my stomach fell 10 thousand feet back to earth. I took out one of my headphones and said,
"What was that?"
She came back with a rye smile and a look down at her magazine, 'What was what?"
"Do you know that song?"
She's still looking down, "Yeah I love Kimya Dawson."
"That's the greatest moment I've ever had on a plane."
- - I totally was alive for a few moments. I made her laugh we touched each other's forearms. She was a one of those wholesome hippy people that enjoy life and touch you and would have probably gotten off the plane if I would have asked her to.
We talked about music the rest of the way but the conversation never really got off the ground and she was flying to Ontario or some shit so she wasn't getting out in Detroit. It seemed pointless to really carry on. She liked some of the same music as I did but hers was in a really girlie vein. I appreciated it but couldn't say that I like "The Happy Munchkins" or "The Suicide Daters" too much. But when she looked at me and mouthed those words I was in some sort of werid happy place like I was sitting to the sister I never had.
I get to work and I am opening up my laptop bag and what did I find? Yeah what did I find? I found a little yellow post-it with lyrics on it - I can't imagine when she wrote it because I remember talking to her the whole time -
"My Mother says that rain is Angels who are crying up in heaven. I believe that." I don't know what that person was or what her name was besides Yamini. And I don't have any idea about anything other than that life does this to me from time to time. It reminds me that I'm pretty damn blessed. Everything feels really OK right now.
Here are the rest of the lyrics if you want to check them out - - I have recommended
Kimya before but no one really listens to me about her awesomeness so whatever -
my heart is on my sleeve my head is in the sand
i said how did we end up here? you said happenstance
but i didn't understand so i made other plans
i ran to the ocean washed the blood off of my hands
i washed away my tears washed away ten years
washed away the empty space in-between my ears
and you said all that i mean is that you and me
didn't meet because of fate but rather probability
and you said the truth's like corn and lies are like weeds
you said the schroedinger equation collapsed perfectly
and i said mercy me be patient please
'cause i don't know a goddam thing about the birds and the bees
i just know what i'm like and i'm like what i see
even though it's hard to see because you just blinded me
and if there's one thing i learned in chemistry
it's that the gain of electrons is reduction, obviously
but you can't see electrons without machines
and you can't tell from my inflection if i'm being mean
and i don't know if i can take you seriously
sometimes elections depend on the absentees
and my family and my friends
and all the little kids that love me make me strong
and no matter how this ends
i know i'll never ever ever be alone
some day i'll be an old lady
with a big dress and an apron
a babushka and bare feet
i'll be out in my garden
on my hands and knees
and i'll be singing a song
that is really sad and sweet
mommy and daddy your baby is grown
and the smell of the cold, wet dirt reminds me home
