Pennies....

...... I woke up this morning humming a song that I hadn't heard in years....... I hummed and hummed - trying to remember the lyrics - until suddenly they came to me.......

... I was a bit shocked, I suppose, once the lyrics finally came to me.....I'd always like the song, but I never could really relate to it back when it came out......

.... I remember being away from home for the first time - truly away from home - and how much my roommate loved The Clarks.....

..... I woke up humming it today, and I don't know why..... it's a bit obscure - at least when it comes to the types of music that I normally listen to...... but the lyrics are amazing no matter if you can identify with them or not........ although I suspect that most folks can - on one level or another........

..... and since I have nothing else to write about tonight?...... well, welcome to the earworm that has been buzzing in my head all day long......

.... Warnick, this one is for you, buddy......

.... and tomorrow?.... Shakespeare in the park!.....

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Rain...

..... the world is wet here today.... the earth is brown and moist...... and every leaf is green and slick...... the air is warm and smothering....

.... the rainstorms last night stayed out late.... and from the appearance of my back yard, they popped the cork on a bottle of Patron, and partied out there until daybreak.... finally wandering off to the east as I stumbled around the kitchen looking for coffee this morning.......

.... thank Mother Nature for small gifts, I guess..... at least I can't mow the lawn today....

... in other news, I procured two pounds of sirloin tips yesterday.... and the intention is to create a steak pie for dinner that'll be so good that if you were put a dollop of it on top of your head, your tongue would knock your brains out trying to get to it.....

.... mmmm.... puff pastry, rich brown gravy, mushrooms..... chips..... and tender hunks of dead cow...... certainly not the best cure for a rainy, rainy day.... but it'll work in a pinch....

.... the Weatherman predicts thunderstorms for the next five days, actually..... which might put a dampener on our plans to catch Hamlet this Saturday night in Knoxville.... Shakespeare in The Park might just get rained out..... and while watching a bunch of soggy actors does sound appealing in its own right, I certainly don't fancy it enough to stand around holding an umbrella all evening....

.... then again, a peal of thunder might be just the thing to crank a production of Hamlet up a notch or two.....

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Ed....

..... when I was up in the Bering Sea back in the early 1990s, this song always seemed to cheer me up when I was feeling blue.... "blue" being an operative word, of course..... as it was usually sleeting sideways........ and being blue on the inside is one thing.... while being actually blue on the outside is something altogether different entirely....

.... still, I found it online tonight and felt like sharing........

..... the lyrics are pure genius.....

..... and with that said, here's some Ed Haynes, boys & girls....... and "Talking Cat Blues".....

...... not that I would ever beat a cat myself, no...... but, I'm just saying..... it's a helluva catchy tune.....

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Unsettling.....

..... I threw the mower into high gear this afternoon and circled the lawn as dark, ominous clouds hustled in from the west..... you could smell the ionization in the air as I finished up....... the leaves on the dogwood trees had surrendered to the humid, 90-degree wind.... and had upturned themselves..... showing their silver bellies as the air rushed past....... sometimes you can just smell the rain long before it ever arrives......

.... I stowed the mower in the garage and closed a few of the windows that I had left open in the house to try to catch the breezes that the storm was stirring up...... a rain was coming..... you could practically taste it in the air...... that odd internal feeling you sometimes get when the pressure around you is changing.....

..... I made my self a drink and watched the angry clouds approach from the air conditioning of the living room.....

...... and then they were on top of the house..... the wind picked up heavier...... and then, nothing....... I walked through to the kitchen and the black clouds were already nearing the crest of Starr's Mountain off to the east of me........ no rain..... only wind and a promise.... a promise unfulfilled, as it seems.......

...... fast forward to about an hour ago....... I was watching the 1935 version of "Tarzan, The Ape Man" on TCM - absolutely amazed at how bawdy the censors let Jane be in the presence of all those monkeys and men in gorilla suits - when I noticed a mud dauber wasp caught in a spider's web on the front porch.... it was stark against the lighter tones of the siding, and you could clearly see it struggling in the web........ and just as clearly, you could see the common house spider attached firmly to its head........

.... I walked over to the window for a better look..... the stanchion that held the web was only four feet from the window, and I called for The Missus to come and watch......... it's not often that you see a wasp get eaten by a spider..... not even around here......

...... but as we watched the wasp squirm, wiggle, and beat its wings, all was not right...... and within a minute or two, the wasp was free from the spider's web....... and then it was that we realized what was going on.....

..... the spider was still firmly attached to the wasp's head (which we had assumed he was either eating - or injecting with venom)...... but the happily-free wasp seemed to be sitting there chewing........

.... and after a few minutes more, the wasp dropped what was left of the spider, and flew away...... having had a hearty dinner with us as voyeurs........

.... that said, I hope that y'all do well tonight........ if my observations around my OWN compound are anything to go by, everyone should be on the lookout this evening......

...... and take it from a fellow who normally keeps his fingers firmly pressed on the pulse of nature, rubberneckers......... all is not as it seems..... a storm that wont rain?.... and a spider whose web fails her?....... hell, in a world like that?..... absolutely anything is possible.......

..... have a drink and make it an early night....... or load both barrels before you head off to bed....... but whatever you do, remember that I told you so here first......

... heh heh.... goodnight, all....

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Visitors....

.... I've had the pleasure of showing Elisson & SWMBO around my proverbial neck' O' the woods for the past two days...... and I have to say, I have certainly enjoyed myself...... good food, plenty of drinks, great conversation, and lots of nice scenery....... hell, we even threw in a little bit of History.....

.... it's hard not to have fun when you're around those two, boys & girls....... and if you're ever given the opportunity to hang with them for a few days?..... cancel whatever else is on your agenda, and watch.... and learn...... for they are both a 100% pure class-act, folks.... replete with freshly grilled filet mignon, crme caramel, poetry recitations, and fart jokes.....

... and that, rubberneckers, is what it is all about.....

... hell, anyone who can't truly enjoy a filet steak, recite a few lines of off-the-cuff poetry, and tell a decent fart joke really isn't worth spending much time with!....

..... and don't get me started on the Negroni's or the Highland Park....... OR the Texas Hold'em......

.... mercy.... I need a nap.....

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Buffett.....

..... this is just too cool..... the internet is so small sometimes....... and that is a GREAT song, if you haven't heard it before.... take the time to give it a listen..... and feel free to sing along!.....

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Thunder.....

...... I ended up watching the 1950s version of "Thunder Road" today, and it certainly brought up a few memories.......

.... my maternal Grandfather looked like an exact cross between Robert Mitchum and Dean Martin (when both they AND he were in their prime.).... hell, if you wadded them both up like PlayDoh and formed them into another man?.... It'd have been my Grandpa Carl....... .and I suspect that he could likely have out-drank both of them at the drop of a hat....... even after having been wadded up and created out of PlayDoh like that....... although I suspect that he had never worn a tuxedo in his life....

...... he was as County as you can possibly imagine...... and then some....... enough to make the straightest of hair curl at the first realization of just how Country he really was.... sure, he'd been to Paris, Brussels, and Berlin during the war.... and NYC,
Chicago, Detroit, Omaha, San Francisco, LA, Las Vegas, and many other places while hobo'ing before the war.... but when his rambling times were over, he wound up not 10 miles from where he was born...... and here he stayed until the end of his life.....

.... family lore has it that when Mitchum was down here in East Tennessee researching for the role, my Grandpa and he went on a three week bender together after having met at a now-defunct beer joint called "Little Reno" just off Highway 411 back in 1956.....

..."Little Reno" was torn down when the road was widened a few years back.....

.... it's sad how progress seems to somehow force us to live in our heads instead of providing us with landmarks to point at.... but, hey....... whose landmarks last forever?.......

..... I remember two tales about the goings on at "Little Reno" when my Grandpa was in his prime..... the first?....... he'd been drinking one weekend and called home for my Mother to come and fetch him........ when she arrived, he was shirtless in the November evening...... trousers, shoes, socks, tee-shirt, and jacket........

..... when she asked him what had happened, he simply said that a gentlemen he had been talking to had admired his shirt (a shirt which she had picked out for him - and bought - as a birthday present the month before)........ so he had stood up, unbuttoned the shirt, and given it to the man........ when my Mother asked him why, he simply said, "baby, I love that you bought me that shirt..... and I loved the shirt....... the cloth was beautiful......I loved the color......... but if you had seen that guy?...... when he said that he liked it, it seemed like the best thing to do was to give it to him...... he didn't have much else, sweetheart....."....

.... the second tale will have to wait until I am in a better mood...... it isn't quite so bloodless, if you know what I mean......

.... but after watching that movie tonight, I can't stop thinking about that shirt that he gave up..... he obviously loved it........

...... but more so, what did my Mother think?...... was she proud that he gave that shirt away?..... was she horrified?........ was she heart-sick?.....

..... seeing things as WE see them does not always make it the right point of view to examine things from, I guess.........

...... her birthday is tomorrow and I will be taking her to lunch........ so perhaps I will bring it up then......... besides, I think that it is a very good question to ask a woman who loved her Father so.......

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Moon....

..... forty years today......... good god......... congratulations to all of the astronauts, engineers, designers, and Americans who made The Moon Landing such an amazing thing of awe........... and as a bit of celebration, here's a tune that I have always admired.......

..... did you catch that?...... "fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore... you are all I long for, all I worship, and adore..."......

... damn, what a song........ keep on rocking, Apollo 11......... and thank you for your service.... you have made us all proud - even these many years later.......

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Watching....

..... I don't know when it happened..... or really even why it happened.... but my trip to Chattanooga yesterday seemed to drive home the fact that the art of being An Escort is definitely a dying thing...

.... I must have laid eyes on ten thousand people whist strolling around downtown.... many were alone, of course.... single guys and gals jogging, riding bikes, or just generally making their way towards their hurried destinations....... and then there were the obligatory groups of soccer moms with their circuses of children in tow out to see the aquarium or the IMAX..... and even a few groups of UTC guys bopping around with youthful exuberance and oozing testosterone every time they whistled past a group of UTC girlies...... then there were the couples, too..... Moms and Dads out for a walk with their kiddies - shaved-ice & popcorn in their hands as they juggled toddlers......older couples, as well..... wandering up and down the bricked streets with crumpled street maps and flip-down sunglasses clad in their finest khakis with belts matching their shoes....... but of the couples, none of them were touching.....

.... at one point after exiting the museum, I nabbed myself a blueberry Slurpee and sat in the sunshine watching the river roll by......the temperature was mild enough yesterday that it wasn't a chore to sit in the sunlight.... I noticed one couple standing on the bridge, and they somehow stood out...

..... the young man stood by the railing with his left arm crooked horizontally.... his young woman pointed her left arm towards the water at a turtle bobbing in the waves just off shore... but her right arm?..... that spindly, adolescent arm that was so white against the blue of her sundress?.....the fingers of her tiny hand were laced delicately in the perfect angle of his elbow..... I sat there sipping my blueberry drink absolutely in awe of that young man.... almost to the point that I wanted to walk over and wish them a good day just so that I could get a better look at the two of them....

.... I didn't, of course, but I wanted to...... they walked on across the bridge after a while - strolling slowly.... and soon they disappeared off into the crowd..... her arm absentmindedly clinging to his......

.... The Missus found me after she finished in the gift shop, and we watched the world for a while.... she asked for a coconut-flavored shaved-ice, and I fetched one while she stood in the shade.... when we'd decided to head for the car, she walked to me and grasped my elbow..... without thinking at all, my forearm rose...... and with that, we walked down the hill from The Hunter Museum.....

... it was odd, I guess, but I felt more than a little self-conscious as we weaved our way through the crowd towards the car park..... and you know?..... I shouldn't have......

.... how is it that our world has ebbed from Escorting, to holding hands, to simply walking together when in public?....

.... I remember the very first time I went to the Marine Corps Ball..... my date showed up in her gown and my SSGT took one look at my 17-year old self, and said, "stand up straight, young man, put her hand here on your arm, snug up your white gloves, and walk proud. You are just a Marine. SHE is your lady tonight. Now, you be her gentleman."

.... and from that point onwards, that's just What You Do..... it's not a dominance thing.... it's a respect thing......

.... I couldn't help but wonder if most of the men and women that we passed by thought to themselves, "good god, will you look at that?..... what an utter chauvinist..... that poor woman!.... I bet he beats her when she burns his dinner!.... just imagine - in this day and time - a man dragging some poor woman around on his arm like he owns her!"......

..... whatever...... but I, for one, was proud of that young man on the bridge yesterday......

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Cowboys.....

... it appears that The Hunter Museum of American Art in Chattanooga has dragged out one of their Remingtons..... well, the temptation is just too great..... I'm off to gaze in wonder & amazement for a while.....

.... hey, it beats the hell out of mowing the lawn....

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Riverside...

.... I had a wonderful time yesterday entertaining Bou & Her Boys up in the mountains... the weather was glorious and the chili-cheese dogs were just as tasty as they are every year.... but, wow.... I swear, I just don't see how she keeps up with those three little whirlwinds....

... ended up throwing a few steaks on the grill last night just before sundown.... a pretty fitting end for a day spent splashing in the headwaters of the Tellico River.... I was definitely needing some protien!.....

.... sipping coffee now, and watching the day wake up here.... The News says that thunderstorms are scheduled on and off for the whole day.... and hey, that's just fine by me!..... a rainy day will give my tired old bones a chance to recover from a day of skipping stones & jousting wits with three young firecrackers and their wonderful mother!......

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Currents.....

..... life is good.......

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Change....

.... finally.... some change I can agree with...... heh heh.....

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Singing....

.... today's earworm...... my goodness....... woke up singing this and it's driven me nuts all day......

..."after changes upon changes we are more or less the same.." ......

...... la la laaaa... la la la....... laaaaaa......... good god....

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Soul.....

..... so The Missus and I were absentmindedly watching an episode of "Pitchmen" last night while we ate our tea, when the oddest of conversations took place...

.... Billy Mays was happily whacking the shit out of his hand with a 20oz hammer while The Missus pushed her hunk of grilled salmon around her plate...

"Wow!", says she. "When they finally get around to making insoles out of that stuff that he has his hand wrapped in, they're going to send Dr. Scholl straight to bankruptcy!"

...."Yeah, well.... that'd be a good thing.... if I ever meet Dr. Scholl, I'm gonna punch him in the forehead.... I owe him one.."

"You what?! What in the WORLD could you have against someone who makes cushioned insoles?!? Cushioned insoles are little slices of heaven!"

"....Well, they may well be, but sometimes you have to be very, very careful of what you wish for..."

... laying her knife and fork aside and reaching for her glass of wine, she laughed.... "OK. I'll bite. What did Dr. Scholl ever do to you to warrant such evil ire?"

.... ".... remember when Connie and Gary were over for dinner two weeks ago?.... and after dinner we were talking about their son going to boot camp?..... and how I told them that when I was a boot at Parris Island I cried three weeks in because it was our first mail call?..... and how I sat there looking at that envelope from my Mom and cried because I suddenly realized that during those hectic, stressful, sleepless three weeks of training that I had forgotten that I even had a Mother?"...

"Yeah, I remember that. Connie seemed so shocked that you could be so focused and overwhelmed that you'd actually forget that you had a family.... that you could forget that anything existed outside of where you were AT THAT MOMENT.."

.... "well, that's kinda the point, I guess....... trust me, when you are a boot a Parris Island, those DIs are ALL that you can think of.... that's how they train you so well...... anyway, so, yeah..... but there was a second time that tears rolled down my face while I was in boot camp..... it was my own fault, sure..... but Dr. Scholl was a handy fall guy.... "

"Wait. Insoles made you cry? OK, keep going. This I simply have to hear."

...."..... back in 1990, boot camp was broken into three distinct phases.... 1st phase was drill, knowledge, rifle manual, etc..... 2nd phase was a month on the rifle range..... and 3rd phase was BWT - Basic Warrior Training out at Elliot's Beach....basically a month of living in a tent or foxhole and doing infantry-type stuff...... anyway, at the end of 1st phase we were scheduled to have a 7 mile march out to the big, White Elephants - white clapboard barracks where we'd be staying for our month at the rifle range....... in preparation for that hike - our first major mileage hike - our DIs gave us a chance to visit the base exchange to buy a few things..... and I snapped up a pair of Dr. Scholl's gel insoles to put in my jungle boots...."

"Jungle boots? I don't think I have ever seen a pair of 'jungle boots'. You still have your old leather ones, do you still have your jungle boots?"

...."... no way..... we had to have them, but I tried my best to never wear them.... I kept them polished and put away in my wall locker for inspections.... but the day I got out of the Corps, I threw those bastards in the nearest dumpster...... basically they were made for wet weather wear, you see?.... canvas uppers, very little leather, wide & knobby soles for gripping mud.... and a steel shank that ran between the waffled insole and the rubber sole to protect your feet from punji sticks.....

"Punji sticks?"

..... "yeah, well, evidently it was a huge problem in Vietnam.... the enemy would sharpen sticks and put them in camouflaged pits where GIs would accidentally fall in and step on them..... so the military came up with the idea of putting metal in the boots.."

"Ahhh. Makes perfect sense in a very surreal sort of way."

..."anyway, the day before our 7 mile hike - our first big hike with full pack and gear - I slipped those gel insoles into my jungle boots..... good god, I was in heaven...... I'd turned those olive drab pieces of shit into absolutely mind-numbingly comfortable little Cadillacs of joy... from the chow hall to the barracks..... from the quarterdeck to the obstacle course, I was in heaven with each footfall..... especially after having worn them with the ISSUED insole for the past month..... I was seriously considering sending Dr. Scholl some fan mail at the end of that first day......

"But, I don't get it. You just said that you liked them. What happened to change your mind?"

..."..... seven miles happened, Fiona...... there's a big difference in walking a hundred yards and walking seven miles...... the original insoles for the jungle boots were about an 1/8th of an inch high..... and the Scholl's insoles were probably closer to a 1/4 of an inch.... which really didn't matter for a trip to the mess hall...... but certainly made a huge difference on a trip out to the rifle range..."

... I stood up and took my cleaned plate to the dishwasher and grabbed a glass for a gin and tonic..... "those insoles - while comfortable for the soles of my feet - RAISED the profile of my feet as well..."

I finished making my gin and tonic and made my way back to the dining room table. "So, did you get any blisters on the soles of your feet?"

.... "nope..... the soles of my feet were fine...... but the tops of all ten toes blistered, burst, blistered again, and burst...... until there was nothing but raw meat..... the worst thing was?..... I could tell that I was in trouble at 1/2 a mile..... at 1/2 a mile I was hurting..... at a mile, I was dying..... and when we finally arrived at those White Elephants, the pain had moved on from the white hot searing, to the clawing, sandpaper feeling..... the fabric of my blood-soaked cotton socks acted like a cross-cut saw across the tops of each toe.."

"Good god."

.... "yeah...... it was bad...... the DIs knew that we'd all be messed up after our first big hike, though..... so as soon as we arrived at the new barracks, we were ordered to stand on top of our footlockers and take our boots off so that the DIs could inspect our feet....... I remember standing there in my bloody socks - afraid to take them off - and dreading the approach of our senior DI and our Company Commander..... I was hurt, helpless, hopeless, and afraid...... but most of all?..... I was embarrassed that I had done that to myself..... embarrassed..... can you imagine?..... barely 17 years old, and I was ashamed of what the Drill Instructors were going to think of me for being so utterly stupid..... and when the Captain and SSgt Conyers finally showed up in front of me, I had tears rolling down both cheeks..... both from pain and shame, I guess..."

"Wow. What did they do?"

....".... well, they made me take off my socks.... then they called for the corpsman..... and then they made me wear my running shoes for three days instead of my boots so that my feet would have a bit of time to heal...."

"My goodness. Hey, look! Billy Mays is hitting his hand with that hammer again."

...... "yeah, well..... good luck to those guys and their insole...... Dr. Scholl can kiss my ass...."

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Plans.....

..... the old rifle is clean..... and the camo is hanging in the garage to air itself out..... plans are afoot, it seems...... and with that, I give you a poem......


Dread, by Eric

On Sunday I hunt the coyote.
And the thought sends exquisite chills of glee
That makes me waggle my hairy knee
With anticipation of what's to be.

Oh How I would not want to be
A coyote.

On Sunday-ee.... (with any luck)......

... me, that is, rather than the coyote having any luck...... but hey, I'm sure you catch my drift.....

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Conspiracy...

.... mowed the lawn, and then re-watched 'Conspiracy Theory' starring Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts this afternoon....... pretty good flick, if I do say so myself........ AND, there was a beautiful earworm embedded in at least five scenes in the movie....... and honestly, it was one that I had seriously overlooked in the lyrics department before.......

.... but as of tonight?...... no more, boys and girls..... this song is a definite keeper...... check it out.......

.... and Andy Williams?..... damnation...... I am so getting a string tie and dinner jacket next week when I visit my tailor....... no reason, really... just BECAUSE.......

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Morning....

..... I rolled out of bed this morning and stumbled through to make coffee just as the sun began breaking through the clouds.... an odd morning, really..... the jungle that surrounds three sides of The Compound here seems so much darker and heavier after a night of rain and thunder....

..... wandering through to the living room, I pulled back the curtains and stood there for a moment looking out at the wet lawn..... my goodness...... I went to bed last night just as the storm started its approach.... lightning flickering off in the distance to the north, the promise of rain, booms of thunder causing the house's dishes to rattle...

..... and now?..... the county road at the end of my driveway is steaming in the first rays of the morning.... steam at 8:30 in the morning...... and by noon, my little patch of grass and trees will be as dry as Ezekiel's bones.....

.... the dust of the week was washed off of everything during the night.... and the morning dawns green, shiny, warm, and wet...

.... good god, I love living in The South.....

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Boom!....

.... in honor of Independence Day, I've been feverishly busy whipping up a big batch of taco meat, salsa, diced onions, grated cheese, and sour cream.....

... that's right.... no chillin' by the grill for ME!.... I'm off to mix up a gin & tonic, toast it towards Zambia, and wait on dinnertime to arrive.......

... in other news, during a grocery store run this morning The Missus asked - for the first time ever - for us to fire off a few fireworks this evening around dusk...... so a fairly large chest of suitable explosives was purchased for the occasion.... she, of course, bought sparklers.....

... kinda reminded a bit of that scene from 'Joe Dirt'....

..... after watching her in that fireworks stand this afternoon?.... I think she must be at least part Indian......

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Lyrics....

..... no posting tonight, folks..... too.damn.tired.......

.... but this song has been rattling around in my head all day..... the lyrics just blow my mind...

.... enjoy...... Townes was a one of a kind....

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Music.....

...... a strange thing happened last night, I suppose........ The Missus arrived home late after a trying day at work, and I began playing music files from the computer for her to try to calm her down a bit....

... at first it was the "name the song or band" game... (as I have some VERY odd selections on the computer, it can be quite challenging, I assure you.... ever heard "Werecow"?) ..... anyway, after she became bored with that, I then played a few of her generation's songs and that I knew she would like....... and it seemed to cheer her up a bit....

.... Kate Bush, The Pretenders, The Smiths, some Skaa stuff (... think Madness....)....... and then I wandered, once again, into Tom Waits......

.... I played her 'I Can't Wait To Get Off Work And See My Baby"...... and then, "Invitation To The Blues"...... the latter song, good lord, I had not heard for nearly four years...... but as it played, I began to sing...... and I knew every word.......... every single word after four years.........

...... tonight when she arrived home and had dinner, she told me that she had woken up with that song in her head this morning.......... "Invitation To The Blues"........

.... I told her that I loved the story that the song told..... how that the idea of a poor man with a "worn out pair of shoes" and a "ticket getting out of here" would somehow change his mind because of a waitress at a greasy spoon diner was absolutely enthralling..... and that there were phrasings in it that were true works of art..... she nodded her head in agreement..........

..... lives are such strange things sometimes..... good lord........

..... Prine, Hiatt, Waits..... Buffett, and Zevon..... Taylor, Lightfoot, and Croce........ she hates them all, but she somehow puts up with my taste for them and their music.......

..... but you know, music is poetry when it is really done right...... it's not for dancing to necessarily...... it's not for slamming shots of tequila to..... or for running to...... or lifting weights until you puke...... music - the storytelling kind - is something to sit back and savor like your favorite lines from a good book.....

...... when I listen to music, I listen to music...... the beat does not matter to me....... all that matters are the words.... the message, story, or idea that the writer is trying to convey........ the clanging of the gongs or the thumping of the base are secondary to me........ I give the beat a wide berth when I listen to music........

...... the rhythm is secondary........ it has always been the words that I craved........

.... while I love the song, I still think that it is odd that she awoke dreaming of a Tom Waits song that I'd forced her to listen to the night before..... especially when all she was really craving was old 80s songs that reminded her of Big Hair.........

..... if she starts taking my Waits CDs from the Audi and sneaking them into her Cadillac, I sense a serious upcoming disturbance in The Force, boys and girls........

.... serious.....

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