I've heard the blogosphere called a "community"....hell, I've even heard it called an "alternate world"....but today, for the sake of this post, it is "my home town"....I read THIS post over at Everyday Stranger's house today while I was at work....and on the drive home tonight, I was groovin' to some old Bruce Springsteen tunes....one of my favs came on...and as I was screaming out the lyrics along with Bruce on that backroad here in Tennessee....I thought of Helen..

Helen has been through the wars...and is still battling through a few more battles...but, she is a true warrior...she may not want to admit it, but she is....hell, some of the best leaders I've ever met have had moments of self doubt....but, she has learned the first thing about leadership...you have to lead yourself before you can lead anyone else...of all the funny, articulate, informed, educated, and sexy blogs that I read, her's is the one that I feel most comfortable with....she blogs about sex, her life, her fears...and she lays her most secret and sacred bits right out there in the open for everyone to see..she is, quite literally, a survivor in the truest sense of the word....in short, in the blogosphere....she's my "local hero"...Helen....read the lyrics...WE are in need of a "local hero"...

I was driving through my hometown
I was just kinda killin' time
When I seen a face staring out of a black velvet painting
From the window of the five and dime
I couldn't quite recall the name
But the pose looked familiar to me
So I asked the salesgirl Who was that man
Between the doberman and Bruce Lee?
She said Just a local hero
Local hero she said with a smile
Yeah a local hero he used to live here for a while

I met a stranger dressed in black
At the train station
He said Son your soul can be saved
There's a beautiful women nights of low livin'
And some dangerous money to be made
There's a big town 'cross the whiskey line
And if we turn the right card up
They make us boss the devil pays off
And them folks that are real hard up
They get their local hero
Somebody with the right style
They get their local hero
Somebody with just the right smile

Well I learned my job I learned it well
Fit myself with religion and a story to tell
First they made me the king then they made me pope
Then they brought the rope

I woke to a gypsy girl sayin' Drink this
Well my hands had lost all sensation
These days I'm feeling all right
Cept I can't tell my courage from my desperation
From the tainted chalice
Well I drunk some heady wine
Tonight I'm layin' here
But there's something in my ear
Sayin' there's a little town just beneath the floodline
Needs a local hero
Somebody with the right style
Lookin' for a local hero
Someone with the right smile
Local hero local hero she said with a smile
Local hero he used to live here for a while

by Eric on November 20, 2003 | Comments(3) | Psycho Rants

Comments so far:

Wow, Eric. Thanks so much, I am really, really touched. I needed this, too-since you have been following my blog, I guess you know why.

Thank you.

Gotta' go. Tears again.

posted by: Helen on November 21, 2003 12:17 AM

I KNEW it!

posted by: Geoffrey on November 21, 2003 12:59 AM

Hi from Scotland "straight white guy" I noticed on your main page about yourself ..that you mentioned you had a band called Grapefruit matters from Scotland in your cassete.I have played in Scotland for the last 6 years under the band name Grapefruit...I have never heard of another band called Grapefruit matters and I am wondering if it is us your hearing ?.I have attached my bands url let me know if it is or isnt ...p.s the Grapefruit name arose thru seeing John Lennen with a Grapefruit t-shirt on . nice Page ..see ya

posted by: Jim on November 22, 2003 05:52 PM