Showing posts with label the wrestler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the wrestler. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Who loves Top 5 lists? aka... Asperger's brain dump...

I’ve been so busy lately that I can barely think so I’m gonna make this easy on myself and do some random lists like I used to do. I’m not sure if having Asperger’s makes me more prone to liking lists (which is the way I keep most information stored in my head) or I would’ve been a list-man anyway. Either way, let’s do some lists!

Top 5 times I feel the most “Bradley Wik”

This is a weird category but I was thinking about this the other day. Back when I had a day job, I would constantly feel like I wasn’t myself. For example, the aforementioned day job required me to trade shows where I and my colleagues would all have to dress alike. There we all were in khakis and matching polo shirts. Most of it was standing there yelling at people (since there were so many people talking, normal conversation-level voices would not be sufficient) but when I had to go piss, I’d catch a glance of myself in the mirror and hardly recognized who was staring back at me. Neat hair, polo shirt, khaki pants? Not Bradley Wik. It would crop up in other areas of my life as well, but that was always the most shocking. So here are the top 5 times I feel the most “me.”

1) When I’m performing on stage in front of people

I know what you’re thinking. Why multiple prepositions in that short of a sentence? Why do you have to specify in front of people? People are assumed when you say “on stage.” Not if you’ve played some of the shows I have. I still remember those shows in NYC at 2am when even the sound guy would step out for a smoke. Some of my favorite memories actually… Or, you’re thinking it seems strange that when I’m performing I feel most comfortable, but it’s true. It just feels like home and I’m at my most loose and confident. Even my wife notices a difference when I step up there. For some reason, I need people to watch me be me to be more “me.” I don’t know if that means that I’m a fraud in the rest of my life or what but this is weirdly the #1 answer…

2) When I’m having sex

This should go without saying (or maybe it’s different for others), but I’m the least self-conscious with my pants off. Probably because I have other things to occupy my thoughts (or lack thereof). It’s mindless work, which I love as I can finally shut my overdriven brain off for a moment of peaceful clarity.

3) When I’m watching a Packers or Brewers game

I guess those could be two separate ones but they’re essentially the same. But again, my brain shuts off (apart from trying to figure out the strategy behind the games, especially baseball. My wife is always amazed when I can guess when things will happen during a baseball game. I’ve called so many strikeouts, hits, home runs, etc. over the years. It’s one of the few ways I can still impress her…) so I can “just be” in peace.

4) When I’m pooping

Maybe it’s just me, but I find this to be some of my most relaxing time each day. I savor my poop time. There are no expectations to work or do anything productive other than evacuate my bowels. It’s delicious. Also, with #4 being the best and my favorite number in the whole world (thanks Favre!), I had to give my favorite answer here.

5) When I’m in New York City

Yep. Just whenever I’m there. This would be higher on the list if it happened more frequently. My years living there were the best and every day I wish I was still there. I love living in Charlotte and NYC is not the same as it once was, but being back there last year made me love it even more.

Top 5 Movies I Watch When I’m Sad

1) The Wrestler

Years ago, when we first met, my wife once asked me what character from a movie would I say I’m the most like. I chose Randy “the Ram” Robinson. I stand by that, for better or worse. Probably says more about how messed up my priorities are but I thought the ending was actually happy. He got to go out on his own terms, doing the thing he loved and while being loved. That doesn’t sound sad to me…

2) Get Him to the Greek

I used to watch this movie so much that I could do a good Aldous Snow impression and once convinced (a very drunk, mind you) group of people I was actually British. Then, when I told them I was fucking with them, I almost got beat up. One of them stood up and shoved me. One of them actually took a swing at me, spilling her drink all over herself before storming off. Man, some people can’t take a joke. Good times…

3) The Wedding Singer

This is pure comfort food for me. I actually like the fake song he writes when he’s super depressed. And Adam and Drew are so good on screen together. Plus, Billy Idol cameo? Yes, please.

4) Bridesmaids

Upon first viewing, I didn’t like this movie very much. The advertising really did it a disservice. It’s not a quirky, silly comedy. It’s a full-blown drama with some hilarious scenes (emergency pooping is always funny). Wiig is so amazing in this and everything is better with a little Maya Rudolph. I think I connect with Wiig’s character in a way that maybe is only matched by a few other characters (see above) and I like that. It’s not easy for an Asperger’s to “feel” with other people and she somehow brings that out of me.

5) American Movie

No matter how sad/depressed I am, this movie can always pull me out. Maybe it’s the Wisconsinite in me, but Mark’s unending determination to achieve his goal is magical. I feel a kinship to that. I know his struggles. Maybe too well. But, like Mark, I too have something magical to give the world, whether or not they want it/are ready for it. He did it, so can I.

Honorable mentions: Grandma’s Boy (Linda Cardellini singing Salt-N-Pepa? Yes, please. I’ll take two.), Walk the Line and the Bob Dylan “documentary” “Don’t Look Back”

Top 5 Phil Collins/Genesis Albums

My wife says these are the same thing, and since she's always right, I’m lumping them together. I also didn’t realize how much I’ve spent on Collins/Genesis vinyl over the years…

1) No Jacket Required

This not only has my favorite Collins’ tune (“Sussudio”) but also my favorite song of his (“Take Me Home”). Wait, two favorites? Yep. That’s why it’s #1.

2) Invisible Touch

I probably sing along (or try to, Phil has a slightly better range than I…) to this album as much as any other record I own. Truly a triumph of music making and Genesis at the peak of their pop powers.

3) Abacab

I know you might be thinking: Abacab? Seriously? #3? But, I know that every time I put this on the turntable, I get the unending joy of hearing “Who Dunnit?” one more time in my life. It’s one of my great joys. I still don’t know who or how many drugs convinced Phil to allow this onto an album (assuming it’s the keyboard player’s song. Sounds like a keyboard man’s contribution…) but I’m grateful for each listen. If you’ve never heard this song, HERE IT IS. You’re welcome. Try getting that shit out of your head, ever.

4) Face Value

Would be higher if it wasn’t so sad. It’s a fantastic journey and experience to go on when I’m in the mood. I’m just less inclined on a daily basis to spin this album.

5) We Can’t Dance 

I still almost tear up when I thread this up and “No Son of Mine” comes through the speakers. And then I also have to DO THE DANCE whenever “I Can’t Dance” comes on. Love it.

So, there you go. Lists. How awesome are they? Yes.

(dictated but not read)

Monday, August 7, 2017

Asperger's and some shit like that... aka it's not that uncommon, fuckin' Wonderbread...

Fuck a duck, Asperger's sucks...


Life is funny sometimes.  OK, all the fucking time.  Every single goddamn time I feel like I have a handle on shit, I'm reminded that, like Cerrano, I never could hit a curveball.  Well, maybe I wasn't that bad when it comes to the "benders" but I definitely had no future in baseball.  It's part of how I got started in music to begin with.  (For more info on that, check out THIS INTERVIEW).  But life is a tricky fucker.  I've stopped trying to figure it out.  At this point, I'm just along for the ride; to my girlfriend's dismay.  She's much smarter than I am, much more hard-working and more motivated, too.  Daily I struggle with my Asperger's, the (resulting?) depression, alcohol, rigid OCD-type activities, and the like.  And, daily, she struggles with all that too.  I feel bad that I put her in a position to have to react to and interact with me as I try and find ballast.  It's a thing that causes me even more anxiety and depression.  I hate that I do that to her, but what can I do?  I love her, but I know I'm a motherfucking handful.  I know that's the reason I drove my previous girlfriends away, though, now, I have a name for why I appear to be an asshole sometimes.  It's not defensible or an excuse, but I'm trying hard to understand it, at least.  I probably won't ever be able to change, but fuck it, why should I?  We all have our shit.  None of us are clean, except maybe Brett Favre, the greatest living human who ever walked the earth.  And the one who had the most fun, just check THIS SHIT OUT.  I wish I could live like that.  I'm so glad I got to experience that full force.  My first memory as a child, and I think I've mentioned this before, is Don Majkowski going down in that game against the Bengals and Brett coming in and leading them to a last minute victory, and, then letting go of the ball on the extra point so as to not injure his hands.  I knew right then that my life was going to change and that I had just witnessed a brilliance only matched by the first time I heard Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run."  Those were the two seminal moments in my life and I'll never forget them.

Anyhow, why did I start writing this?  Oh, yeah, has any band ever been a better cover band than Guns N' Roses?  Taking the "Spaghetti Incident" as read (yes, this an actual music video), also throw in "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" and "Live and Let Die."  God, the 90's were fucking awesome..  And, of course, outside covers, they wrote the greatest song ever:  "November Rain."  838 million views don't lie.  Fuck...

Speaking of the 90's and how much I love them, but how so many people hated them, I would like to recommend one of my favorite movies:  "The Wrestler."  I remember when I first met my girlfriend, in that early flirting, but not, but still trying to figure each other out phase she asked me who was the movie character I most felt akin to.  Although I would've liked to answer Aldous Snow from "Get Him to the Greek," the answer truly is Randy "The Ram" Robinson from "The Wrestler."  His love for the action and the crowd was unmatched by anything he loved in "real life."  Although, my girlfriend would hate to hear it, I feel the same way, in regards to music.  Any success or love I receive from that is greater than anything I could receive from another human.  I love to read reviews of my brilliance.  It's weird, but it makes sense to me.  I work so fucking hard for this shit, I deserve some praise, whomever it may come from.  Very few people can write stories on my level and I should be acknowledged for it.  But, then again, who the fuck am I?  Just another fucking millennial-aged piece of shit who thinks he's brilliant.  Maybe I'm just a product of my environment.  Wait, no, fuck that.  I could give two fucks (truth be told, not even one) about validation.  I know what I write and sing is great.  And, it should be.  It's fucking pointless to just pump out narcissistic bullshit for no reason.  I write to stay alive and to feel human.  It's the Asperger's in me that desperately wants to feel like a person; that wants to feel connected to other people, but can't.  I feel like all great artists experience the same thing.  Who else would be fucking insane enough to risk their lives and sanity for personal glory?

Sorry, I'm rambling now due to my drunkenness.  I love y'all and thanks for reading.  Hopefully, this makes a few people feel less alone in their Asperger-ness.  Or, helps people realize that they have Asperger's and look it up.  Just knowing has helped me tremendously.  And, I'm sure, my girlfriend feels better about certain things.  Some things she'll always be mad about and never understand but I think I can save our relationship with knowledge and acceptance of my issues.

As always, keep a good head and always carry a lightbulb...