Sitting in the corner all alone....

Staring from the bottom of his soul
Watching the night come in from the window, window
It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again
In sickness and in health
Understanding, too demanding
It has no name, there's one for every season
Makes him insane
To know.....

Ok, so we met with this talent scout and I have to blog this, she is a fucking goddess. She is so far out of my league that if I woke up tomorrow thin, well-groomed and cut like a diamond, I still wouldn't fathom hitting on her. Then again I could just be intimidated because she seems to have her shit straight as far as this record label thing goes, like super professional. But really, I have not shaken hands with a female this attractive before. I'm pretty sure anyway. I mean, yeah, beauty queens, Miss Teen USA, met them and gotten pictures but this woman is 39 and smokin'. I don't know how fine those teenies will be once they hit 30. Eh, I'm sure they'll still be pretty damn hot. But I digress.
I wonder, if I hit it big will there be a woman like this for me? Super cool, super fine and with awesome yet diverse musical tastes? Honestly I don't think so. I mean, I don't really discriminate against girls that are overweight or imperfect in some way, and I'd say I'm happier for it, but there's gotta be a hot thrasher chick that also likes radio hits and folk music, knows what the fuck a book is and has read a few, isn't a whore but isn't a prude, plays the occasional level of Fallout 3 or Fable II and can sit through a movie with me and have an interesting conversation about it afterwards. I'm sure there is but my guess is Aladdin or John Kevill or some other majestic thrash frontman will have already snatched her up by the time I finally meet her. And I'm not saying she has to be perfectly sculpted, or be proportioned exactly the way my talent scout is, or anything like that. But if she had some body and some brains and shared my love for music so she could understand the way I feel when someone shits all over my interests or tastes.... I would never be unfaithful. I would kill for her. Take a bullet for her. I would clean the entire house. I would follow her barefoot over broken glass and vinegar.
If I could sum up my life's goals in a day, I would wake up on an airplane, land in Germany/Tokyo/Etc, play a kickass show to a rabid crowd, party with my friends (whoever they may be), and end it all by passing out next to my beautiful metal wife.
If I died the very next morning, whatever. Life that good isn't supposed to last.
But that great, wonderful life is exactly what I'm striving for, that's what keeps me going through all the bullshit. If all those pieces came together life would be as perfect as life on Earth can get, which will still be flawed but at the same time, complete.
And who knows, my dreams may fade as I get older but I hope not, I hope I'm one of those thirty year old guys still working at it, still trying to accomplish their dream.
But hey, only time will tell right?
All I can do is continue to try now.

So, that's been my rambling for tonight. Til next time.