So, when I finally got out of bed between 7 and 8, I thought: Okay, I can get all of my chores done this morning.
After some morning staggering around and cruising the net (always a bad idea, always) and reasoned by 11:00 at the latest, I could get it all done. Then I looked at my clock.
10:12 am.
Whoops.
Well, I'm here to report that at 11:22 am the majority of my chores were done. Aided greatly by doing piecemeal chores in the two days leading up and my Hall & Oates Pandora station.
The H&O station was a little off, thematically, but it played several awesome songs in a row, which makes it all okay. For now.
I closed out with "Eye of the Tiger" and we just hit H&O gold: "She's Gone." This is possibly the greatest video ever. Penguin hand guitar. Devils. Bad lip syncing.
Get it? He'd pay the devil to replace her. Get it? I'm pretty convinced if I ever shot a video it would look like this.
Among the awesome songs shuffled through was "Miss You" by the Rolling Stones. Familiar with it? If you are like me, that song has been a part of your life so long that you don't even know the lyrics. Like, you sing along with Jagger's mushmouth ultra-twang, but you probably haven't stopped to consider what the song is about, how unique it sounds, etc. Sometimes you don't even realize you are singing along. Let's call it the R.E.M phenomenon (LEONARD BERNSTEIN!).
Here's the video if you need a refresher. If you aren't familiar with this song, I don't know if you would find this funny.
I will forever associate this song with my two friends, J-Dog and tink. It helps remind me that normal is totally relative.
J and I are in the front seat, J's driving, and tink is chilling in the back. We are all in town for holidays or something. "Miss You" comes on the radio and, rather unconsciously I think, J and I start singing the parts we know. Please note, this is first time I've ever looked up these lyrics.
Mumble hum
Mumble hum blah
(Lord/Mumble/Gibberish) I miss you
Something something phone
Mumble something
Something hum
mumble something something you
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
I think that might have been the part that led tink to lean forward to catch the song. If you think about it, synchronized Ooooohs are prolly pretty weird sounding with no context.
Mumble mumble
lots of humming
Making shit up
Blah blah something, humming for a while
When the phone rings
It's just a friend of mine that say
"Hey, what's the matter, man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just DYING' to MEET YOU
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we USED to"
Now, bless her, tink managed to make it through that outburst without saying anything. Oblivious in the front seat, J and I continue our scattered hum along, until we reach the next good part.
I've been walking in Central Park
Singing after dark
(creepy whisper) People think I'm crazy
Stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Asking people, "What's the matter WICHOO, boy?"
Sometimes I want to say to, to myself
Sometimes I say
Imagine two people just bust that out. You can't really hear the song, aren't familiar with it, and your friends seem to singing some ode to Puerto Ricans and repetitive nonsense sound. I think, fairly, tink had enough and demanded, "What the HELL is this song?"
I don't think J and I fully appreciated how confusing the whole thing was. If I recall correctly, we finished out the song. With profound shit, like
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah
Lord, I miss you child
It was a small moment. You probably had to be there. It makes me smile.
ETA: Just watched the beginning of that Stones video. Holy crap, y'all. I think I know where Ted Levine got his inspiration for the Buffalo Bill dance scene. My mind. It is blown.
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