Suzi Moonlight

I’m going to get a few onces out of the way. Incase you’re visiting just this page, go here to see what that means.

I once saw Bob Newhart in person. It was like seeing a long-lost uncle, except I pretended I didn’t recognize him. He was at an art exhibit, and I didn’t want to ruin it for him by gushing.

I once met John Lee Hooker. Well, met him, sold t-shirts for him, got pulled from the crowd to sit on the stage with my mouth agape while he played – all that in reverse order.

I once found a rock with a string tied around it, and everybody wants a rock to tie a piece of string around. I still have it. It amazes and delights me every time I see it.

I was once showing my friend a very old picture of my grandmother. My friend looked at the picture, then me, then back to the photo. “Are you wearing the same shirt?” …I was.

I’d like to step aside a second here. No one – NO ONE would have ever worn stone-washed jeans with a Members Only jacket – ever. This did not happen in the 80’s, even though it’s quickly becoming ‘the look’ of the 80’s. Members Only jackets were very early 80’s and stone-washed jeans were late 80’s. If you wore a Members Only jacket in the late 80’s, you were beyond a dork. You would have been laughed at by strangers en mass. Seriously. I hope this doesn’t become the poodle skirts and bobby socks of the 50’s. My mom said no one wore those together. Bobby socks with long, straight skirts, heels with a full skirt – yet it persists.

Since I’ve already drifted away from ‘once’ (but hey! I gave you a bunch up there!), here’s what I’ve been thinking. Wait, here’s what I used to think, first.
I used to think coincidences were like… guides. Coincidences were good. They told you, you were on the right track. If you follow a coincidence, more usually crop up. This would mean they are guiding you in the right direction, right? People even say, ‘I don’t believe in coincidence’ or ‘There’s no such thing as coincidence’ meaning they are things that happen for a reason.

I believed that, until about a week ago. I keep getting hit with coincidences – oh, I forgot to mention, I did a series of paintings titled Coincidence. Yeah, four paintings that fit together to make one large painting filled with coincidences. Anyway, so I’m getting all these coincidences, and I was following them. Then I realized, they weren’t leading me to anything. It was more like they were taunting me. “Look at this! Isn’t it amazing? There are more! Keep looking!” …and then an evil laugh. Okay, there was no evil laugh, really, but it would have fit.
I now believe coincidences are the devil’s play-toy. They are a distraction, shoved in your path to lure you into following them, tempting you with more, the more you follow. They are there, solely, to lead you astray.

I feel like a Democrat who just realized the Democrats actually have more money and care less about poor people than the Republicans and are trying to create a dependent, lower class that will keep them in office.

Disillusioned.

That’s the word.