a few minutes in hell
I have had that loathsome “single ladies” song jammed in my skull all day, and the band of prancing divas that perform it. Worst of all I am reading Kipling and the deathless words of his poems reform themselves around the cheap melody. A lot of brain bleach to remove this, I promise. I may have to drink this out.
I am presently learning the first steps of the mystery that is ‘Margarita’.
Tequila and lime juice make a VERY acceptable brain bleach.
I have a thousand different variations on that which go thru my brain approximately at random. I hate the song with a passion normally reserved for hemorrhoids and child molestors.
When I first heard that shit I thought she was singing “I want a cigarette”.
I pray for your swift recovery from this.
Somehow, I seem to have missed that song. From the sound of things, I’m glad.
Go to You Tube and watch the Cubby version of Single Ladies. That’ll either fix you, or kill you.
Gee! Why do I think I’ll pass?
M
I remember in my misspent yout, thinking (if only to myself) my parents music was “okay”, but lacked the vigor, excitement, and *cowbell*, the folks like Zeppelin, Tull, Cooper, and Deep Purple (to name but a few) gave to the music of my generation.
Roughly 3 decades later, any of the “Rat Pack”, along with the youngsters who are currently doing covers of some of their hits, beats out ANYTHING produced in the current market (outside of perhaps C&W). Haven’t listened to a “top 40” station in years, or watched MTV/VH1 in at least the last 10.
Not feeling the loss a bit.
Try listening to some Miles Davis to get that crud outta your ears. (Just a suggestion, YMMV.)