Faking All These Sunsets For You
“It’s seventy-one degrees, cloudy and foggy in Central Park. You’re listening to WNYC-FM. It’s 7:21.”
Cloudy and foggy.
It’s not all full moons and sunsets up here in my room on the roof. Despite what you might have seen — what I’ve shown you — the rain does fall on the Upper West Side.
I got into another one of those “Why do you blog?” conversations last night that led to a major deconstruction of whose life, exactly, this Daily Journal portrays. I mean, duh.
But it got me thinking. Sure this is my life, my voice, and my thoughts. I disclose a lot. I’m sincere and honest. But. But, but, but. But of course I omit things. Lots of things. Ugly things. Bad things. Embarrassing things. Awful things. But mostly, I omit boring things.
But yeah, sure, the Daily Journal is all persona, no shadow. Or, mostly persona, a little shadow. I mean, if my songs don’t reveal elements of my dark side, well, I don’t know what does.
Still, I’ll grant you: I’m a bit of a Photoshop whore. A little bit of cropping, saturation, sharpening of the foreground and blurring of the background can go a long way to make an image stronger. And when it’s cloudy and foggy, who’s to say I can’t just paste in some blue sky? Or better yet, a brilliant, fiery sunset?
So, just so you know, it’s not all full moons and sunsets up here in my room on the roof. It rained last night. It’s cloudy and foggy this morning. The sky is pale gray.
Now you know the truth.