an unexpected sob and the power of shuffle
After a night out with The Lovely Jess and Azee drinking the booze and watching these guys perform at Galapagos in Williamsburg, I was a wee bit tipsy. Just a wee bit.
Because I loathe the G train, I decided to subway it back to Manhattan and catch an express 4 train back to Brooklyn. To you non-New Yorkers, that might seem a bit roundabout. "Wait, she was already in Brooklyn but went to Manhattan to go back to Brooklyn? WTF?" For those of you ever held hostage by the G train, you know exactly why I avoided that mofo at all costs.
Anyhoo, I apparently just missed a 4 train at Union Square so I had a few minutes to kill. Reading is usually my preferred method to pass the time but well, the eyes were tired but my groove, well she was alive and kicking. I was feeling the need to get said groove on. And by get said groove on, I mean tapping my foot and maybe nodding my head in time to the music. Mind you, this subdued behavior is limited only to the subway. Getting my groove on in a bar or in the Tiny Wee Studio usually involves death-defying leaps from furniture, props, chants of "Go Curly! It's yo birfday" and things of that nature. On the downtown 4/5/6 platform, not so much. I tend to limit my choreography to the white man's overbite, rhythmic head nod and the occasional hip wiggle, surreptitiously of course.
So out came the music. One of the playlists on my recently-synced iPod is a mix of 80s/90s alternative/new wave/modern rock I had just burned onto a CD for my sister. Mmmm... themed sequence. The Smiths, Peter Murphy, Big Audio Dynamite and Love & Rockets entertained me from the East Village to downtown Brooklyn. This made me so very happy.
Just as I stepped off the train, "Goodbye" by The Sundays (from the Blind album. I highly recommend!) began. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this song. Seriously, you have no idea. But in truth, it can make me a touch misty depending on my mood. The booze + the holiday season + being a miserable fuck in general = well, welling up in public. A few blocks into my walk home, the song found a soft spot. Harriet Wheeler's overlapping vocals rolled in like a blinding fog smothering the forces patrolling my vulnerable areas. The song is like fucking chloroform for my emotional defenses.
The pretty Brooklyn Heights brownstones became blurry and the Christmas lights streaked before my very damp eyes. As the song was winding up, I was on the brink of full-on sniveling but then, like a gift from heaven, the shuffle feature picked the antithesis to this emotional, gut-wrenching ballad... "Head Over Heels" by The Go-Go's.
Ain't no cryin' goin' on during that number, let me tell you. It's delightfully vapid and oh-so-catchy. I defy anyone to sport a sour puss while it's playing. Can't.be.done. Crying spell was officially over and done with. I thank thee Belinda, Jane, Charlotte, Gina and Kathy for rescuing me from my sudden despair! You did me a major solid.
Mmmm... Belinda Carlisle.
I'm not sure I'll get to write again this week so I'd like to take this opportunity to wish you all a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year. Thanks so much for making me a part of your '05!
Best wishes,
Curly
Because I loathe the G train, I decided to subway it back to Manhattan and catch an express 4 train back to Brooklyn. To you non-New Yorkers, that might seem a bit roundabout. "Wait, she was already in Brooklyn but went to Manhattan to go back to Brooklyn? WTF?" For those of you ever held hostage by the G train, you know exactly why I avoided that mofo at all costs.
Anyhoo, I apparently just missed a 4 train at Union Square so I had a few minutes to kill. Reading is usually my preferred method to pass the time but well, the eyes were tired but my groove, well she was alive and kicking. I was feeling the need to get said groove on. And by get said groove on, I mean tapping my foot and maybe nodding my head in time to the music. Mind you, this subdued behavior is limited only to the subway. Getting my groove on in a bar or in the Tiny Wee Studio usually involves death-defying leaps from furniture, props, chants of "Go Curly! It's yo birfday" and things of that nature. On the downtown 4/5/6 platform, not so much. I tend to limit my choreography to the white man's overbite, rhythmic head nod and the occasional hip wiggle, surreptitiously of course.
So out came the music. One of the playlists on my recently-synced iPod is a mix of 80s/90s alternative/new wave/modern rock I had just burned onto a CD for my sister. Mmmm... themed sequence. The Smiths, Peter Murphy, Big Audio Dynamite and Love & Rockets entertained me from the East Village to downtown Brooklyn. This made me so very happy.
Just as I stepped off the train, "Goodbye" by The Sundays (from the Blind album. I highly recommend!) began. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this song. Seriously, you have no idea. But in truth, it can make me a touch misty depending on my mood. The booze + the holiday season + being a miserable fuck in general = well, welling up in public. A few blocks into my walk home, the song found a soft spot. Harriet Wheeler's overlapping vocals rolled in like a blinding fog smothering the forces patrolling my vulnerable areas. The song is like fucking chloroform for my emotional defenses.
The pretty Brooklyn Heights brownstones became blurry and the Christmas lights streaked before my very damp eyes. As the song was winding up, I was on the brink of full-on sniveling but then, like a gift from heaven, the shuffle feature picked the antithesis to this emotional, gut-wrenching ballad... "Head Over Heels" by The Go-Go's.
Ain't no cryin' goin' on during that number, let me tell you. It's delightfully vapid and oh-so-catchy. I defy anyone to sport a sour puss while it's playing. Can't.be.done. Crying spell was officially over and done with. I thank thee Belinda, Jane, Charlotte, Gina and Kathy for rescuing me from my sudden despair! You did me a major solid.
Mmmm... Belinda Carlisle.
I'm not sure I'll get to write again this week so I'd like to take this opportunity to wish you all a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year. Thanks so much for making me a part of your '05!
Best wishes,
Curly
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