originally published in Sound Waves Magazine May 2020
I popped open my green bottle of CoverGirl Clump Crusher mascara for the first time in 48 days just to see how she was doing and as expected, she was all dried up. Desiccated. Dehydrated. Juiceless. Useless. Every day for my entire life since I was about 13 I had covered my eyelashes with the gooey stuff (for reasons decidedly unknown) in order to face the world. It’s a thing we girls do. But during a global pandemic with stay-at-home orders and such, who cares about our eyelashes? There’s no one to show them off to. Why did we ever care so much about our eyelashes anyway?
I pondered adding new makeup to my ever-growing Amazon cart or risking life and limb with a trip to the petri dish of the local CVS. But just for a moment. IT JUST DIDN’T MATTER. Not one iota.
That’s the thing with this virus. Some things just no longer matter. The clothes you wear, the condition of your hair, the over-priced makeup. I imagine that some people may be struggling with the lack of opportunities to show off their impeccable taste and finesse with garnering a well-put-together outward appearance, but alas, nobody’s looking at anybody. We’re barely looking each other in the eye as we slither past six feet apart. Who cares if it’s day three of the same yoga pants? We’re alive. So far.
The reason I bring up the dried-up mascara is tragically because I too am dried up. Musically that is. I just can’t seem to find the joy in any of it. It just makes me sad.
During a global pandemic it’s common knowledge, because we’re all such experts now, that humans are expected to do all the things they’ve always wanted to. Take the time and really appreciate the little things. Learn to cook. Learn to garden. Read books. Enjoy your family. Listen to music.
I haven’t done a freakin’ thing. I’ve picked up my guitar maybe twice. I’m so joyful-music-deprived that when I drove to the Kentucky Fried Chicken drive-through to get the biggest bucket of finger-lickin’ goop they had, when the radio played NSYNC’s’ “Bye Bye Bye” I cranked it up as high as it would go and bopped and danced in my car like a freakin’ lunatic. But it only lasted three minutes. Then I was in face-masked and hand sanitizer mode to complete the transaction through the window and the joy went “Bye Bye Bye.”
Times are tough people.
I think the earth is just rebooting. Remember those butter commercials “It’s Not Nice to Fool Mother Nature?” She is in charge whether we want to believe it or not. She’s not out to kill the seven billion that we are, but she appears to be very interested in cleaning up the pollution. Look at the scenes from big cities and the views they have now. India can now see Mount Everest for the first time in 30 years. There aren’t many cars around and not many mascara bottles clogging up the dumps. Or maybe she does want the animals to rule again so we become one big happy animal planet. Have you seen the wild animals roaming the streets? That brings a tad of joy. Like the cops who had to chase a wild pig through a neighborhood. That’s funny stuff right there!
I suppose we’ll eventually get back to normal, get over all the sadness and come back more appreciative, less worried about how we look, and care more about how we treat our fellow humans. And the music will play on. Because in the end, in the immortal words of AC/DC, “Rock and Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution.”
So rock on, stay safe and healthy, we’ll get back at it soon.