Naked, drinkin' wine
R U Feelin' Groovy?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWBvcJAXwu4
Last summer, me and Ma was sittin'on the back deck, enjoyin' the night air. We had the local radio station playin' in the background. The music was normally good, but that night, well, it plain sucked. The DJ was monotone, sounded tired and was generally depressin'. Anyway, I got tired of listenin' to him after a few minutes, so I phoned the station. When he answered, I said,
"Listen, even if you don't want to be there, your job is playin' music and makin' people feel good. It's about bein' upbeat and passionate and stuff, you dumb sh!t! If I want to be depressed, I'll turn on the CBC!"
He didn't say nothin'. I even thought the fellow hung up on me until he started coughin'. Then he said,
"Emily died today. She was only 8. I'm having a hard time right now."
So I said, "Who's Emily?"
He sobbed and told me it was his cat.
I started laughin', and asked if he would play something by Cat Stevens, or 'Wanderin' Star', from the movie Cat Ballou. After he stopped sobbin' a second time, I figured it was time to get back to business, so I told him,
"Play some good, old fashioned rock 'n hole music! And pull yourself together, for God's sake!"
I hung up and walked back to the chaise lounge, chucklin'. Ma smiled and poured me another tumbler of Cellar Cask. I swear, nothin' beats wine by the box! What could be better than sittin' outside on a warm summer night, in the all together, with a cool drink?
The night before, we seen a band at the casino that played 1960s rock hits. Their audience was old geezers who were busy spendin' their kid's inheritance.
These fellows wasn't famous musicians themselves though. But they was very talented and played everything exactly the same as the bands of my youth. They played a lot of Fred Zeppelin, the Bleach Boys, Jeep Purple, Melvis and a bunch of others.
Ma kept yellin' at the lead singer that she wanted some 'satisfaction'. Then she threw a bra at him. Ma always brings a plastic bag of them, whenever we go to a concert. He caught it and smiled. I remembered thinkin' that he looked a lot like that skinny, British rocker that wore the tight pants - with a face that could stop a train - Dick Jagger.
And what was the name of that '60s rockin’ holer what married the Japanese opera singer, Yoko Bono? I think he played guitar in a band too. John Lemon maybe? He was okay, but Yoko? I could never warm up to her. Whenever she sang, it sounded like she was squeezin’ cats for the juice...
Ma says Yoko had a child with a Caucasian fellow of Irish decent. Must have been that Lemon guy. Her son started a band called 'You too'. That's an odd name, don't you think?
I like rock, but was partial to folk singers - Crosly, Spills and Nats, Rob Dylan, Peter, Paul and Larry, and that Canadian fellow, Johnny Mitchell. He sung that song ‘Free Man with Parrots’
I was a free man with parrots,
I felt unfeathered and alive!
Nobody was callin' me up for favours
And no one's sutures to re-tie
Thanks for listenin' to my ramblin'.
R U Feelin' Groovy?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWBvcJAXwu4
Last summer, me and Ma was sittin'on the back deck, enjoyin' the night air. We had the local radio station playin' in the background. The music was normally good, but that night, well, it plain sucked. The DJ was monotone, sounded tired and was generally depressin'. Anyway, I got tired of listenin' to him after a few minutes, so I phoned the station. When he answered, I said,
"Listen, even if you don't want to be there, your job is playin' music and makin' people feel good. It's about bein' upbeat and passionate and stuff, you dumb sh!t! If I want to be depressed, I'll turn on the CBC!"
He didn't say nothin'. I even thought the fellow hung up on me until he started coughin'. Then he said,
"Emily died today. She was only 8. I'm having a hard time right now."
So I said, "Who's Emily?"
He sobbed and told me it was his cat.
I started laughin', and asked if he would play something by Cat Stevens, or 'Wanderin' Star', from the movie Cat Ballou. After he stopped sobbin' a second time, I figured it was time to get back to business, so I told him,
"Play some good, old fashioned rock 'n hole music! And pull yourself together, for God's sake!"
I hung up and walked back to the chaise lounge, chucklin'. Ma smiled and poured me another tumbler of Cellar Cask. I swear, nothin' beats wine by the box! What could be better than sittin' outside on a warm summer night, in the all together, with a cool drink?
The night before, we seen a band at the casino that played 1960s rock hits. Their audience was old geezers who were busy spendin' their kid's inheritance.
These fellows wasn't famous musicians themselves though. But they was very talented and played everything exactly the same as the bands of my youth. They played a lot of Fred Zeppelin, the Bleach Boys, Jeep Purple, Melvis and a bunch of others.
Ma kept yellin' at the lead singer that she wanted some 'satisfaction'. Then she threw a bra at him. Ma always brings a plastic bag of them, whenever we go to a concert. He caught it and smiled. I remembered thinkin' that he looked a lot like that skinny, British rocker that wore the tight pants - with a face that could stop a train - Dick Jagger.
And what was the name of that '60s rockin’ holer what married the Japanese opera singer, Yoko Bono? I think he played guitar in a band too. John Lemon maybe? He was okay, but Yoko? I could never warm up to her. Whenever she sang, it sounded like she was squeezin’ cats for the juice...
Ma says Yoko had a child with a Caucasian fellow of Irish decent. Must have been that Lemon guy. Her son started a band called 'You too'. That's an odd name, don't you think?
I like rock, but was partial to folk singers - Crosly, Spills and Nats, Rob Dylan, Peter, Paul and Larry, and that Canadian fellow, Johnny Mitchell. He sung that song ‘Free Man with Parrots’
I was a free man with parrots,
I felt unfeathered and alive!
Nobody was callin' me up for favours
And no one's sutures to re-tie
Thanks for listenin' to my ramblin'.