Banana Pancakes

shades: on
windows: down.
radio: broken.
solution: me.

every time i hit a red light the guitar in the passenger seat accidentally ended up in my hands and i practiced jack johnson's banana pancakes. and when i was driving i'd sing out at the top of my lungs.

i wish that drive had never ended.

although of course as i'm singing banana pancakes im worrying about how there really is a reason to listen to the alarm when the whole world fits in your arms, cuz you hae to protect it and care for it. and me being me i get all thoughtful thinking about how banana pancake hippy happy music doesn't seem to address the problem of when there's no money for banana pancakes, and no bananas anyways even if you had the money.

from hippy happy to major downer...

although it did kind of make me laugh. in high school my friend christina was playing banana pancakes and she was telling me make up some words to it, cuz i had never heard the song before. and of course i come up with some sad song about poverty and needing to change the world. and like four years later she taught me how to play the song. and it makes me happy until i start thinking about poverty and needing to change the world.

But then I get happy again. Because during my brief career as an independent contractor for Nu Image, i.e. a door-to-soor saleslady, I MET Jack Johnson. And got his signature.

Of course, it wasn't THE Jack Johnson, and his signature was to get ATT television. But details are unimportant anyways. I'm a big picture person.

I just thought. Wouldn't it suck to be known as the other "your name here." Talk about identity theft. Like that poor guy on Office Space, Michael Bolton. There's other Sarah Rohrers. I've found them on google. I've got competition.


Crap.

Too bad none of them have met Jack Johnson like I have.





Suckers :)