Bring it on Home to Me
I went to a kind of mini rave dance party thing the other night, at the urging of a friend. Totally new experience for me, but most experiences are new these days. Everyone was happy and dancing and sweating and drinking and even if the music and the scene weren’t my thing, I had a good time.
But yeah, the music, right? I don’t even know what the genre is called. Dance? Trance? You kids know what I like. Lyrics, a plot, some romance. Maybe just a glimpse of ankle or cleavage.
When I got home, exhausted, ear-numb, and surely against the advice of my imagined otologist, I put on my headphones and fell asleep listening to Sam Cooke. Try it sometime; I guarantee you’ll have good dreams.
Bring It On Home To Me (live at the Harlem Square Club) [mp3]
I go to these things very occasionally. While there’s stuff I’d never put on in my home or on my earphones, it can be really great out in the wild.
I listened to Sam Cooke and now want to relax and go to sleep. It’s nine o clock on a Friday morning. Thanks a bunch, Feaver.
Comment by Pierce — June 29, 2007 @ 12:20 am
Take a nap; you deserve it.
Comment by Feaverish — June 29, 2007 @ 8:01 am
i’m a sucker for lyrics too:)
Comment by cecily — July 6, 2007 @ 7:19 pm
here’s how i know i’m delusional and/or senile. i was all, “yay! i’m getting miranda july’s book in the mail!”
Comment by blaise — July 17, 2007 @ 11:15 am
and that was supposed to be a comment on your previous post. yep, more evidence.
Comment by blaise — July 17, 2007 @ 11:16 am
Oh Blaise, you haven’t read it yet!? Quick! To the bookstore!
Comment by Feaverish — July 17, 2007 @ 8:27 pm