I woke up this morning to learn that Journey has found a new lead singer. Now, this is in no way important to me, other than I like to know when old bands bring in new singers and attempt to recapture the glory they once knew. Of course, they seem to be the only ones who don't know that the glory days are long gone, but that's a whole different discussion.
So, anyway, Journey has found their new lead singer. And this dude will be the band's third lead singer since Steve Perry decided to take his title of Ugliest Man In Rock History and walk away. And they found the new guy on YouTube. And damn if he isn't pretty good.
Now, why I am wasting your time talking about Journey? Because they hold a special place in my heart for reasons that are juvenile and simple-minded. You see, a friend of mine and I once were at a point where we were both ready to break up with girls we were dating and instead of being, you know, mature about it, we made a bet to see which one of us could use more Journey song titles in our break up speeches. He won, the bastard. I believe the final score was 10-8. I know that I used "Separate Ways" "Anyway You Want It" and "Be Good To Yourself", but I can't recall the others. I may have had some alcohol in me at the time. But I do remember that I went first, which was a tactical error on my part because he knew the number he had to beat. We were tied at 8 (I was sitting there tallying it up on a paper plate - yes, we were handling the break ups by phone) and then he dropped "Stone in Love" to win and ended the call with "I'll Be Alright Without You" just to rub it in a little.
Ah, what a couple of jackasses good times.
Anyway, whenever I hear a Journey song or any mention of Journey, I am immediately reminded of how stupid I am this important moment in my life.
Today, people, we're talking about break ups. Good ones, bad ones or other ones. Or ones that involved Journey.
Jeff
Way back when, I lived with a guy for two years (we were together for four years). When I was moving out, he felt compelled to lock my cat in the bathroom and said he would keep her until I paid him enough to cover the apartment for another month.
So yes, he held my cat hostage. And I paid the ransom request, writing him a check to get her back.
Posted by: Karen Olson | December 06, 2007 at 10:04 AM
I lived with a woman for several years and when I'd finally had enough of her violent, crazy behavior (she once opend my car's hood and started randomly pulling out wires to keep me from leaving an argument) I told her I was leaving.
Her response?
"Who's going to pay my bills?"
Nothing beats true love.
Posted by: David Terrenoire | December 06, 2007 at 11:02 AM
Jeff, More evidence of you as the prototypical sensitive, caring male.
Posted by: Keith Raffel | December 06, 2007 at 11:07 AM
I don't like to talk about my relationships.
(snicker)
Jeff, how the hell did you end up married again?
Posted by: Bryon Quertermous | December 06, 2007 at 11:33 AM
Jeff, I bet your ex hated the Sopranos finale even more than I did.
Posted by: AlisonGaylin | December 06, 2007 at 12:05 PM
OK, I'll 'fess up to being on the other side of the crazy breakup. Years ago, I was living with a perfectly nice man, but I guess the relationship had run its course. One day I came home and he was home, sick with a cold, eating Kentucky Fried Chicken in bed. I don't recall clearly what happened next, but I know I threw that fried chicken - piece by piece -out the window.
It became clear to us both that it was time to break up.
I don't do that anymore.
Posted by: Clea Simon | December 06, 2007 at 12:05 PM
(Just realized that this response coupled with my upcoming guest blog will not encourage any of you to have anything to do with me. But, I swear, I'm no longer dangerous!)
Posted by: Clea Simon | December 06, 2007 at 12:07 PM
I called to break up with a guy and started the conversation with "It's Louise."
"Louise who?"
Shortest break up call in history.
Posted by: Louise Ure | December 06, 2007 at 12:28 PM
I remember breaking up with a guy because when we kissed he had to mop my face with his hankerchief, which he thoughtfully kept at the ready. The rash got too difficult to explain.
Posted by: patti abbott | December 06, 2007 at 01:34 PM
In the two months before I ended my engagement, I locked myself out of the apartment we shared three times.
I've never locked myself out of my own home since.
Posted by: Clair Lamb | December 06, 2007 at 04:41 PM
Journey suxx. I just needed to say that.
Posted by: JDRhoades | December 06, 2007 at 07:58 PM
I had a guy break up with me because I smoked. I'm like - You smoke pot, and cigarettes are somehow...worse?
Fucker.
Come to think of it, he liked Journey too.
Posted by: Lori G. Armstrong | December 07, 2007 at 09:58 AM