Tell Me Something Good
It was just spitting huge, ploppy snowflakes as I left rehearsal this evening. The kind that take forever to spiral to the ground, so that when you drive the effect is somewhat intensely 3D. I needed to get into my "driving space". Only one CD could do that and I was desperately searching for it.
The Best of Chaka Khan. My favorite. My trusty. My "get my head in the perfect spot" CD. I let the car warm up as "Ain't Nobody" encouraged my head to bop. The shoulders joined in on "I Feel For You" and by the time I pulled out of the Westcustogo Grange Hall in Yarmouth and directed the car north to home, "Tell Me Something Good" had put me in exactly the right space. Who needs caffein when there's Chaka?
295 North and she's singing me home. Then "I Love You Still" - *everybody give a deep, wistful sigh for me even if you don't know the song* - comes on. It makes me smile - without teeth. I play the song again and I start to go somewhere warm, companionable and somewhat forbidden.
Holy s***! That big semi that just passed -dangerously close to my line, might I add - was doing just a tad bit more than 65! Back into my driving space.
To achieve just the right touch and keep my mind on important matters, I popped in a classic that I have memorized backwards and forwards. Barney: Live. There's something fundamentally wrong and yet so very right with that.
posted by The Warbler | 3/02/2006 11:02:00 PM
17 Comments:
What?
No Barry?
Oh, he's only for special occasions.
What?
Like trips to the dentist?
Now what have I told you about insulting the lounge singer? (Besides, he's really good for getting to sleep, as well)
Ah!
We're two ships that pass in the night.
WE both smile
and say it's alright
Now you're singin' my song! With One Voice, even.
Ah!
We dreamers have our ways
of facing rainy days
and somehow we survive
We can Make It Through the Rain, Even Now.
Caesar: Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music
Cry "Caesar!" Speak. Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Caear: Hakuna Matata
Serta! Long time, no shear. Nicely done. You know I do so love a great Shakespeare tie-in. And a little Disney to boot. Now all we need are some hot toddies - or wild oats, as the case may be - and the evening's perfect.
Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lamb's eat ivy...
Oh NO!
Not Bo Peep again.
Someone call PETA
...and the wolf?
Wait a minute!
He's my wolf in my story.
He's from my hood.
please keep your narratives straight
RR
I'm sorry...are you asking me? To keep my narratives straight? Oh, that's a good one, it really is...
For the record.
I'm a lone wolf with a very good agent.
I'm available for any darn narrative I choose.
Red Riding Hood does not 'own' me.
In fact I'm tired of her whining.
Warbler, I'm free for any part you want to cast me in.
Warbler, dear.
Did you say HOT TODDIES?
Count me in.
Living for the Spring.
M.
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