Day 103
Whoa-ohhhh, on the radio! I am finding it difficult to find a radio station. Well, let me rephrase that … a radio station that I like. There are plenty (as in PLENTY) of radio stations blaring out at me while I turn the dial on my ancient blue beauty of a cd/tape and radio contraption … but it seems I can’t find one that is ME.
There are, again, plenty of Latino stations … making me want to sing La Cucaracha with gusto as I hear the fun mariachi players in the background. I envision rainbow donkey piñatas and Carmen Miranda/or the Chiquita banana lady and lovely dark haired children with eyes the color of chocolate pudding laughing amongst large families at fun family gatherings passing homemade tamales and enchiladas.
All that while passing over a number on the radio dial!
There are plenty of soul stations and talk and weather and news and polka parties and redundant 70’s and 80’s. I mean, it was nice in the 70’s and 80’s but I don’t need to hear Weird Al’s rendition of My Bologna more than once a day. Seriously.
So, I am still trying to find a soft rock … or soft jazz … or soft something. But I am not succeeding, so far.
While eating my (oh-so delicious) breakfast/lunch perfectly grilled ham and swiss on pumpernickel half sandwich, with Nacho Cheese Doritos and sweet pickles (none of which I should have been eating in the first place but sometimes you just have to forego what is right and good and cheat on the ol’ diet … and I was paying bills at the time so it was a perfect grilled cheese and Doritos kind of moment!) I was listening to the radio … one of those 70’s stations and started laughing at myself because I’m sure my comprehension of lyrics was heightened from the euphoric state I was in (from eating that ooey-gooey sandwich and those yummy crunchy chips of goodness) that I realized the song I was listening to had little to do with a guy having a cold and more to do with him doing cocaine! “She blew my nose …” Stupid me … I always thought the guy had a bad cold. What the heck was he doing schmoozing on this woman with such a bad cold in the first place? Well, idiot, Les … she wasn’t literally blowing his nose for him … duh!
Which made me laugh at all the times I would be singing at the top of my lungs to some song only to realize later – or be TOLD at that instant (far worse) – that the words were wrong!
Such as … Neil Diamond was NOT singing about a reverend in blue jeans but forever in blue jeans. Hey – I thought he was singing about some hip pastor! I laugh because on the TV show King of Queens they mention the same thing! Ha!
Same thing for Bad Moon on the Rise … my mom always thought they were singing about a bathroom on the right. (We still laugh about that one.) In the movie 27 Dresses they sing Band on the Run … that tune that is about electric boots and mohair suits. WHAT?! Come on people – make things easier for us or sing with enunciation please! What are they singing about?!
Anyway … just before I turned off the radio for the morning I heard Crimson and Clover … where they sound like they are singing underwater. I love that song – though it really doesn’t make any sense and I’m sure I know nothing about what it means! It’s probably some drug message that I was (and am) unaware of! In any case – I went outside and there was a cardinal (crimson) in my yard (mostly clover) … hardly what the song was about, but still!
Funny … life imitating art. And I heard it … on the radio.