Saturday, May 22, 2010

No day like...tomorrow?

Growing up, I went through a bit of a showtunes phase. Odd--I know, right? Anyway, Les Mis, RENT, The Sound of Music, Carosel, etc., etc. If my brother's drama club or my opera-singing friend performed it, I probably sang along to it in my room (when no one was watching).

After my showtunes phase, I fell into music...hard. Music became an outlet for me to express my anger, hurt, frustration, happiness, excitement, lethargy, whatever. So, these days, I feel like I have a song for everything.

I've got an at-bat song: "Time Bomb," Dismemberment Plan (Yes, this is the song they used for me in college.)
I've got a fight song: "Tech Triumph," Wilfred P. Maddux (class of 1920) ... Hokie Hokie Hokie Hi!
I've got a party song: "LGFAD," Motion City Soundtrack (had to omit the language)
I've got a frustration song: "Epoch Coda," Emarosa
I've got a betrayal song: "Seventy Times 7," Brand New
I've got a "don't mess with me" song: "I Am Hollywood," He Is Legend
I've got a hopeless song: "Does He Love You?," Rilo Kiley

I've got a calm-down song: "(This is) The Dream of Evan and Chan," Dntel ft. Ben Gibbard (AKA The Postal Service)
I've got a contentment song: "Passenger Seat," Death Cab for Cutie
I've got a conviction song: "Here's to Life," Streetlight Manifesto
I've got an epiphany song: "Redy Sky," Thrice
...Well, the list just goes on and on...not including the slew of songs I've written myself.

But when I think about everything I have to achieve, before I'm in a place to actually achieve it, I think of the reprise at the end of RENT:
There is no future, no is no past....
There's only us, there's only this.
Forget regret,
Or life is yours to miss.
No other road,
No other way.
No day but today.
I guess this version is really a song of looking back at one's actions and deciding to take a better path from that moment on, but it just reminds me that I never want to sing that song in retrospect. So, I sing it as a precaution.

Tomorrow begins my first tournament season as a (head) coach and all I can hope for now is that "I wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy." ...And that I remember to live as if there's "no day but today."

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