Friday’s Theme Music

Warm with dreams and cozy under blankets, I cracked my mind open to a cat’s demands. “No,” my body said. “I want to stay in bed.”

The sentiment tempted me. Rain was falling and daylight had slipped down the spectrum into a ghostly gray. The cat persisted, as cats will do. My brain transitioned to song lyrics.

“I spent the day in bed. You can please yourself. But, I spent the day in bed.”

I’d only heard the Morrissey song a few times since its release. Not much of the words stuck to me, but I remembered, “Stop watching the news, because the news contrives to frighten you, to make you feel small and alone, to make you feel that your mind isn’t your own.”

That’s how I felt as I rose and hastened to serve my feline masters. If I couldn’t stay in bed, I wanted to go to a pub and sip a pint, but no, I must write.

Here’s the rest of “Spent the Day in Bed” for your enjoyment. How’s your day? Want to stay in bed?

 

 

Today’s Theme Music

I’ve frequently reminisced in posts about songs I know and love from past eras. Each song tags itself to events going on then.

Today’s song is from the here and now. We’ve just ended a month of smoke from wildfires in Ashland. You either stayed inside, out of the smoke, or wore masks. The fires still burn and light smoke remains present, but rains scrubbed the worst smoke out of our air. I can only address our area, but I hope other areas have been pardoned from serving life with air hazardous to their health.

Life goes on. Refugees and survivors hunt safety, DACA is being strangled, the ACA is being stalked, towns and mountains burn in the American west, hurricanes pummel the east, and talk of nukes and military action ride the airwaves. This song, “Despacito,” by Luis Fonti, and featuring Daddy Yankee, provides a refreshing break from our twenty-first century Sturm and Drang.

Today’s Theme Music

Today’s music comes because my wife and I mis-heard song lyrics. This is sometimes called an ononym, but is often called a mondegreen.

Jon Carroll used to write about mondegreens in his SF Chronicle column.  (Maybe he still does. My subscription ended.) Along with his commentary about his cats, Archie and Bucket, I enjoyed these mondegreen columns. Although I didn’t know what a mondegreen was, I first encountered one with Jimi Hendrix. He was singing, “Excuse me, while I kiss the sky.” I heard him telling me he was going to kiss a guy. Like most mondegreens, I wasn’t alone in my mis-hearing.

That’s the same today. There’s a Calvin Harris song out called “Feels.” The song features Pharrell Williams, Katy Perry, and Big Sean. It was the Katy Perry part that confused us. We were certain Katy was singing, “Don’t be afraid to catch fish.”

Being semi-rational sentient individuals, my other and I wondered, what the hell? Why is she singing about fish? Is this a reference to there being many fish in the sea? Perhaps fish was another euphemism for dating or sex.

What? Really?

Reaching home, I employed a minute to search for the truth. First, I wasn’t alone; lots of us thought Katy Perry was singing about fish. Most of us are older.

Second, Katy Perry was singing, “Don’t be afraid to catch feels.”

Well, honestly, ‘catch feels’ made little more sense than catching fish, but at least we knew the truth. Listen for yourself, then tell me that it doesn’t sound like fish.

 

Today’s Theme Music

How about a little Sam Cooke,delivered live by Van Morrison with Jeff Beck’s help, to move your day along? Recorded live this year, here is “Bring It On Home to Me.”

h/t to Rolling Stone Magazine for delivering this to my ebox today.

 

Floofstep

Floofstep (Catfinition): A spontaneous and awkward dance to avoid a cat acting as a floofmat, floofstruction, or on an intercept course to make a demand, or beg for food or attention.

Concatpurrate / Concatpurration

Concatpurrate / Concatpurration (Catfinition): The actions a household takes to make a feline happy and keep it purring; the establishment of a process and structure for the purpose of

In Use: Michael concatpurrated his daily arrangements to feed the cats early, while opening and closing doors for them to come and go during the night, sacrificing his sleep for his cats’ happiness. He rationalized his concatpurration by telling himself, if he didn’t concatpurrate like that, they’d be fighting and meowing all night, and constantly scratching at doors.

Tummy-tease

Tummy-tease (Catfinition): When a cat lays on their back, exposing their furry belly, as if in invitation to rub it, only to roll over and leap away when approached, or attack the hand (or foot) with fang and claw.

Meownemy

Meownemy (Catfinition): A feline’s sworn nemesis, whose appearance immediately triggers a high (and noisy) state of alert. These relationships often defy logic, and are embedded in the murky world of felmotions.

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