I'm suffering from a warped case of writer's block these days. Warped because, while I have a lot I want to say, it's all sweetness and light, like the previous post about Chris. I thought of half a dozen more stories I could tell about him. And I thought of even more I could tell about Ransom. But it's all gooey, touchy-feely stuff. And I'm a cynic, damn it. I've got to find my inner rant and get cracking. Maybe I should turn on the TV; that usually makes me want to scream.
Had a party last Friday night, one of my "rock and soul suppers." I feed people and they have to suffer through whatever music I send their way, usually pretty damn loud. Introduced them to Yvonne Fair's "It Should Have Been Me," sang along to "Tiny Dancer," rocked out to the Gipsy Kings' version of "Hotel California," and argued passionately that "Sugar Sugar" by the Archies is the greatest rock and roll song of all time.
Just kidding about that.
We all know it's "Ina-Gadda-Da-Vida."
No link for those two. I'm a cynic, not a sadist.
Well, what about your all time favorite, *Free Bird*? I always hated when the local station played it in the evening because it made getting any damned food out of the kitchen at Charleys even harder than usual. A bunch of sad sacks playing air guitar while allowing food to overcook is what I *always* associate with that song.......
ReplyDeleteBrenda! Great to hear you laughing . . . all the way up here!
ReplyDeleteAhhh...the Gipsy Kings...I love those guys. Sexy, too! :) Sorry I missed the party...did anyone beat my score?
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