I will see you in my dreams

My aunty's wedding was last night, and I don't know if it's because I'm hypersensitive or just a  WOMAN but it was like everything was shot in soft focus and the blushing bride would smile and the whole room would sigh collectively like those old movies where getting married was like the bees knees. It's quite funny really because I can't think of a bride more unconventional than my Aunty Em, who once drove down a freeway with a monster Christmas tree lying longways across the back seats of the car with both windows down, extending about a metre out each side and spend most of her formative years researching human rights in Moscow, Russia. 


Weddings are a prime example of tradition and the absurdity of such. My family and I were laughing about the mainly English/Australian tradition of the women guests of a wedding sleeping with a slice of the wedding cake underneath their pillow on the wedding night. I think it has something to do with the cake somehow transmitting dreams of these single girls' own weddings and future spouses. Needless to say I meant to sleep with it underneath my pillow - in a little bag all covered in cake grease - but left it forlorn on my bedside table sitting atop the piles of my diaries which are filled with enough secrets and insanities to keep me single forever. Rather than finding this sad, however, I kind of think it's funny, just like I think most things to do with my dismal attempts at emotional stability are quite funny and stories about crying into haystacks at parties quite hilarious in hindsight. Really. And rather than dream of my future husband last night, I dreamt of colours and sounds and stages and Motion Picture Soundtrack by Radiohead and Air by Snakadaktal. 


I've really never been quite as happy as I am right now and it seems as though I'm looking at the world through one of those colour kaleidoscopes and everything's moving in rainbows and I'm moving through with it, and I'm thankful for everything. For friends and family, for music and art, for sharing deodorant with my bandmates and sharing homemade margaritas with my friends and sharing colds with my family only because it proves our close quarters, I guess. I'm thankful for hair dye and Terminator and tissues and James Blake and dancing and dessert. There's always been so much to be thankful for and I'm ashamed that I've only really realised this now. 


I am also thankful for Lady Gaga and her newest and greatest video, Marry The Night. Below are some crappy screenshots from my favourite part of the video which is a montage of quite fast shots, including a sequence where Gaga is stumbling about trying to carry her keyboard and then her Dad - who I think is her Dad - helps her with it. This tiny little selection of shots touched my heart and reminded me of the zillions of times my own Dad - and Mum too - has helped me not only carry my gear but give me performance advice (sometimes taken, sometimes not, but always appreciated), come to every single gig, always applaud, always listen, always the first to hear new songs and the first to know of my achievements and the first to congratulate and always, always there to comfort me when I cry like a little kid. Just another aspect of my life to be thankful for!