Home Again 3 / Schadenfraude
Sounds like a movie with Macaulay Culkin. Wonder what’s up with that kid these days. Anyway:
Home at last is the most important thing. After a long month or so of touring with Josh Rouse. We played a variety of venues large and small. Now I am digging out the contents of my suitcase and trying to figure out what to do with all the chocolate I have. I guess things could be worse. Some marvellous tennis this afternoon with Andy Roddick being beaten by a young french guy I can’t remember his name right now, but it felt good to see Roddick lose. Why is that? I think they call it “schadenfraude” It’s a curious human emotion. Why do we sometimes rejoice in other’s misery? I read once that what’s so satisfying about Roald Dahl stories is that he paints these despicable characters and then you enjoy watching as they, one by one, get their comeuppance. But Roddick’s not despicable. He’s a great athelete, he is always gracious in interviews; I think what it is, is that he is sort of smug on the court. I really think that’s what it is, but what do I know? Anyway. Marc Pisapia calls it “The Humilitron” , as in: “He’s about to take a ride on the humilitron!” I think that’s hilarious.
I always worry when things are going really great for me, I worry that something horrible is about to happen. I know that sounds terrible, but I’m being honest. Alright. Life is a state of mind. I don’t know what that means, but it’s the last line in Hal Ashby’s “Being There”, so it must mean something.