Friday’s Theme Music

The Clash came to mind today because it’s the anniversary of Sid Vicious’ death. He died of a heroin overdose when he was twenty-one. These facts came together in a tsunami of media concern about punk rock and drugs.

Sid didn’t play on this song, “London Calling,” which came from an album by the same name. The mash up of styles and sounds and social awareness in the songs attracted me, but it wasn’t music normally encountered in the places I frequented or the people I hung out with. That meant I often listened to it alone in the car or at home.

“London Coming” came out 1979. I was stationed at Randolph AFB, San Antonio, Texas, having returned to service after taking a year off to buy a restaurant and go to college. The restaurant didn’t work out and the local economy sucked, so I returned to the military and stayed in another sixteen years.

 

 

The Comedown

You ever have a highly productive day, where you feel fantastic about what you accomplished, but then, the next day, you feel hungover, drained, and tired?

Yeah, overcoming the comedown from a natural high is tough, innit? This is when discipline, perseverance, and dedication are demanded.

Cat Commercial

I have to say, I’m a little irritated with a lot of the cat videos on the web. Many of them remind me of those commercials that imply, “If you eat this food, wear these clothes, or drink this beverage, you’ll be young, beautiful, and carefree, and have a wonderful, fun life.”

Doesn’t happen in my life, no matter what I eat, drink, or wear.

The cat videos often show a cat taken in as a stray or a kitten, and how the other cats and household pets adopt the new one, and they all start hanging out together, having fun, snuggling and napping together.

Yeah. Doesn’t happen in my house.

I feel like a U.N. Peace-Keeping Force in my house. I’m constantly manning observation points, watching their movements, and issuing warnings. “You. Tucker. Yes, you. I see you. No, it’s too late for you to try to get small or become invisible.”

Because that’s what cats believe. Cats believe, “If I don’t move, he won’t know I’m here.” Or, “If I get small and move real slow, he won’t be able to see what I’m doing.” These cats don’t think I’m very bright.

But like a life-guard at the pool, I persist. “You’re in the no-floof zone. Get back, please. Get back. Get back now. This is your last warning.”

You ever notice how they seem to realize you’re talking to them. But they’ll stall, putting on an act to buy time so they can come up with an excuse for what they’re doing.

“No, no, you misunderstood,” they finally say with their whiskers and other non-verbal communications. “I wasn’t sneaking up on that other cat with the intention of biting their ear off. I was just coming her to sit down in this spot to wash my face.”

Then that’s what they do. They sit down and wash their face, saying, “That’s all. There wasn’t enough light back there, where I had been napping. I wasn’t going to stalk and attack that other cat. I’m completely innocent.

“Trust me.”

Then they give me a look, to assess, is he buying this. Which is essentially a cat con commercial. So what the cats are really asking themselves as they watch me is, “Is this commercial working?”

Inspirational Quote # 900

I have often thought this. It’s probably why I stream so much music in my mind.

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Preterfloofural

Preterfloofural (catfinition) – a cat that exists outside of classic physics; a quantum cat.

In use: “Preterfloofural come and go as they please, there and gone without regard to the conventions and restrictions of nature, testing their existence, and others’ beliefs.”

Thursday’s Theme Music

This is one of those songs that I asked of myself, “What the fuck are they singing?” when it was first released.

It came out in 1987, before the Internet became the familiar household pet it now is. That meant learning what was being sung wasn’t easy. I listened to the song and discussed it without others. Beer was involved. You’d think that with beer involved, a solution would be found, but nobody knew the words.

Hell, it’s no wonder, now that I can use the Intertubes to find the lyrics:

I cry wolf give her mouth to mouth
Like a movin’ heartbeat in the witchin’ hour
I’m runnin’ with the wind a shadow in the dusk
And like the drivin’ rain yeah like the restless rust
I never sleep

Hmmm? Yet the song works as FM rock fodder, delivering that need for a chorus, something that everyone understands and can sing with them:

I got ta feel it in my blood wo oh
I need your touch don’t need your love wo oh

And I want and I need
And I lust animal
And I want and I need
And I lust animal

n/t lyricsfreak.com

Electric guitars and lots of pounding drums and thumping bass go a long way to making the song memorable. It’s definitely modern rock.

 

 

 

Floofling

Floofling (catfinition) – a small cat.

In use: Underneath four pounds of long, silky fur, he was five pounds of floofling.

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