C.J. Said
Tuesday’s Theme Music
On this throwback Tuesday, I found myself in the kitchen streaming an old favorite in my head.
“If you got bad news, you want to kick those blues, coffee. When your day is done and you want to run on, coffee. She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie. Coffee.”
No doubt I’ve posted this before. It’s a rainy day, and it calls for coffee, stat. What better song than Eric Clapton’s cover of the JJ Cale classic, “Cocaine”? While “Cocaine” is an anti-drug song, my version of “Coffee” is not anti-coffee.
Cheers
The Rocket Man Dream
Dreamed last night that I had rockets attached to my back and was flying across the country with my arms stretched out like wings. The rockets appeared to be silver tanks. Dark goggles covered my eyes but I was otherwise casually dressed in jeans and a shirt. Wondering about my clothes was part of my dream, because I was surprised I wasn’t better prepared for flying by wearing something more appropriate for it.
As I flew, I’d get distracted by the views and forget where I was going. My outfit came back to bother me, too, and I considered landing to find something more suited for flying. I was high over mountains (and spent some thought on trying to understand what mountains they were) and thought, I should be colder. I was surprised and impressed that the weather and altitude didn’t bother me, even as I watched storm cells moving my way. It reminded me of flying over France once, where we had to avoid black cells wealthy with snakes of lightning. Our aircraft was a C-130, and it wasn’t capable of climbing over the storms. I wondered if my rockets could take me higher, but then realized that I might have problems with air pressure and breathing. At the same time, I thought, but I haven’t had a problem yet.
That’s where the dream ended.
Floondle
Floondle (catfinition) – an adult cat with a kindle.
In use: “A floondle was found in the shed, where two cats gave birth.”
P.G. Said
I do the same thing at my computer.
Monday’s Theme Music
I like the time changes of this song. It begins with an older rockabilly tone to it before it segues into 1970s rock. It’s all about music and the generation gap (remember that expression?). Anyway, I thought it appropriate for the U.S., where we just jumped through the daylight savings time hoop. Here’s Loggins & Messina with “Your Mama Don’t Dance” from 1972.
The Real Meanings
Economists and politicians like to talk about recessions and inflation. But some think the real recessions are about hairlines, and inflation is about the waist line. It’s hard to do anything about either one of those, too.
Enfloofed
Enfloofed (catfinition) – wrapped up by a cat, often by having them entwine their tails and legs around a person’s body while standing, or by curling up on top of a supine person.
In use: “Grumewing, Quinn enfloofed Michael, stopping him from moving for fear of tripping, because his hands were full.”
Sunday’s Theme Music
I was stationed in Germany in the late 1980s, doing military service. I returned to America a few times for conferences. I’d usually visit family when I did.
So, visiting Dad in Helotes, Texas, I hear this song on the radio. And I think, I know that voice and that guitar, but I don’t know this song, and that guitar and that singer aren’t usually together. The vocalist was more distinctive. It sounded like John Waite.
Fortunately, I heard the song until the end, and this was a time and station where the song and group were mentioned at the end. The song, with a sort of fantasy sound to it, was “Forget Me Not,” and the group was Bad English.
That made sense. That voice was John Waite, and that guitarist was Neal Schon.
Bad English was a super-group. Super-groups are interesting phenomena. They form with hyperbolic announcements, typically release a few albums, tour, and then break-up. It’s always exciting news when one forms, as they’re well-established stars – that’s what makes them a super-group. The first album is generally well-received, but subsequent offerings, if there is one, are often stale. Think of Blind Faith, Cream, Asia, and GTR.
Bad English’s first album had a few hits. I bought it but didn’t play it much. They were more corporate-glam than I preferred. They released a second album and broke up.
Not really fond of this song, but one line, “I will be your keeper, you will hold the key, forget me not, forget me not, you belong to me,” sometimes streams in as I’m walking.
As it did today.
Michael Seidel, writer 