poured out before bed
Sitting in my shamefully dirty (thank you, rainy, muddy winter) old Focus at a shamefully looooong red light, blasting an eclectic mix of Naw ‘Leans classic jazz, Big Band, Aaron Copeland, and Jack Johnson, and not looking forward yet to another day of night, I begin to think about how marvelous it might be to put my hum-drum life to music. I certainly imagine various theme songs playing throughout my typical day – which is without a doubt why I make people smile when I walk by. Or perhaps that’s because I’m rather odd looking most of the time… But I digress. But what if the great conductor in the sky were to bop down to allow me just one choreographed life-number? How would I choose which song to make my own for just a few moments?!
Well, what about Bobby Day’s Little Bitty Pretty One? But then there is KT Tunstall’s Suddenly I See. Oh Lord, I can’t forget Stevie Wonder’s Superstitious. Or Peggy Lee’s Fever. And I adore Aretha, couldn’t go wrong with Respect, or, oh, I love Chain of Fools! Of course, if my husband is in this ditty Louie’s Give me a Kiss to Build a Dream On would be the ultimate. Ooo, now I’m thinking Juana Molina Un Dia. For a little energetic smoothness, I suppose could go with Cold Play Clocks or Verve’s Bitter Sweet Symphony. It Don’t Mean a Thing with good old Duke just popped into my head. Oh, so many good-uns to be had…
After much deliberation (just as long as it took that gol’ darn train to hurry it up across my tracks), I’ve finally fixed on it – Glen Miller’s In the Mood. When I’m In The Mood, I’m efficient, but sassy, a little flirty (but not too much, being a pulpy, happily married berry), present in the moment, dexterous, and awesome. In my mind anyway. And that will be where In the Mood will be playing all night tonight.