I haven't been doing much in the Poetry Friday vein these days, but I just spent a couple of hours writing reports and listening to music on YouTube. It was like coming out of a really good yoga session, listening to all that music.
What started it all was seeing bits of the Brit Awards on the television. I caught this bit, and despite the best efforts of FDPG ("Are you going to watch ALL of that? Who is that man? Do you like his hat? Why are their heads so big? Are those men NAKED!?") I managed to hear almost every bit of it. And then I sighed and let her turn on Survivorand daydreamed a little. I spent a lot of time listening to those fellows.
So here's my Friday offering to you all. Consider it my Dance Music Friday post.
First, since it's Friday. I want to run screaming into the street I love this song so much. Not to mention this one. This band made my 20's so incredibly bearable (even if they did encourage me to do odd things at inappropriate times).
Then, the same boys, a little longer in the tooth. I love this version, even if I do feel a little teary at the sight of the older, sadder Mr Smith.
And let's not forget a modern imitation. I want that gold waistcoat.
What have you done to deserve this?
I once spent a week-end painting a mural on a kitchen wall and listening to this record (on a cassette tape I am so OLD) the entire time. That was WBKH (Way Before Kids and Husband) but I still have this one memorized.
Never noticed the armadillo before.
Heaven knows I am not miserable now.
Finally, my brother, when he moved into the basement and got all affected and miserable, used to play this song over and over and over and over. When my parents went out he'd play it loud. Really loud. The basement reverberated until I knew it forwards and backwards, even though I was so young and free of metaphor that I really thought the singer WAS talking about running. And after all those goofy Goths I felt like getting just a little rowdy. Well, that and I couldn't find Little Red Corvette on YouTube...
Back to your regularly scheduled programming, now. All of you.