Sad Eyes” by Robert John (oh shut up, I KNOW it’s one of your little guilty pleasures too, don’t deny it! I know you also sing all high-pitched and screechy to it when no one else is around, but that’ll be our little secret), and I recalled that last week when the spud and I had lunch at Applebee’s, I’d heard a song that I really liked. “Spud,” I said, as she is my link to all that is youthful and cool these days. “Who sings this song?” She listened, shrugged and suggested “Michelle Branch?” When we got home, I hypothetically opened Kaza@ and downloaded a bunch of Michelle Branch songs, hoping to find the song I’d heard, all to no avail. A few days later, I heard the song again on the radio, and learned that the woman singing the song was not only not Michelle Branch, but was not even close to Michelle Branch. And now, on Sunday, I wanted to hear the song again. But do you suppose I could remember the name of the woman who sang it? Do you? Because there was all kinds of crap floating around in my brain (including a little ditty that goes “Stanley-bean, Stanley-bean, he’s a Stanley-Stanley-bean!”) and none of it was the singer’s name, OR the name of the song. I sat in front of the computer, smoke coming out of my ears as I thought very hard, searching my mind desperately for the elusive name. It refused to come, and I tried to figure out how to track down her name. I thought about calling the radio station, but didn’t think I’d get very far with “Can you tell me the name of the song that that chick sings?” The most frustrating part was that I could SEE her face in my mind. I could come up with her face, but not her name and not the name of any song she’s ever sung. But I was pretty sure that Erin had recently written about her, so I went over and did a quick scan of her last several entries. No luck. I sat and thought some more. The kitten, attracted by the smoke coming out of my ears jumped from the chair to the scanner to the top of my desk, knocking papers everywhere. He chirped, gave me a wary look, and hopped off the side of the desk to get away from my Look O’ Evil. The gears in my brain turned ever-so-slowly and I remembered that she was filed in my brain in the same basic section as the alternative explosion – Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Mother Love Bone, and other alternative bands whom I cannot name at the moment. It’s got to be early-onset Alzheimer’s, y’all. Further, I managed to remember that her first album was a song-by-song response to that… album… by that group… and the lead singer has big lips. ARGH. It took me ten minutes of sitting and forcing myself to not think about it before the name of the band, where the singer has big lips (NO, not Aerosmith), popped into my mind. The Rolling Stones. And it took another few minutes for me to do a search on Amazon to bring up all the Stones’ albums before I remembered the album in question was “Exile on Main Street”, and another search on “Exile” in “Popular Music” brought up “Exile in Guyville”, which finally – FINALLY – led me to the name of the singer in question. Liz Phair. The song is “Why Can’t I?” (How many of you figured out her name before I got this far?) It’s a good song, but I don’t know that it was worth 20 minutes of trying to get my brain to spit out the name of the song. I was right, by the way. Erin DID write about Liz Phair. I apparently just didn’t go back that far in her archives. And you thought YOUR Sunday morning was exciting!
Miz Poo stares intently out the window at…
.. that damn squirrel!
Stanley hanging out in the sun.
What the hell are you doing updating already? Just trying to show us all up, huh? Stanley is gorgeous – I think I love him.
You could take Brighton home and rename him Sam, or some other S name…Just a thought…
I think it only makes sense to have an even number of cats.
I mean, duh.
Stanley must have a Stella!!
Nance – that’s right! Now go update, damnit!
Steve, Bonnie, Mary – that’s what I’m thinkin’!
I thought that was a Michelle Branch song the first time I heard it, too. Did you find out if the rest of the CD was good? I hate buying a CD before I know if I like more than one song, but I really like that one.
Wendy – I don’t know if the rest of the cd is any good, but I very well may spring for it later this week when I’m buying last-minute birthday presents for the spud. If I do, I’ll report back!
hey woman, your “twin” photo doesn’t show up in your “year two” link. WHich is really too damned bad, because I STILL think you and Poo look alike. Well, except for the lippal area.
xo
I know, Mo. I think I must have deleted it in a deleting frenzy whilst I was trying to get rid of or cover all the pictures with my face on them. Which sucks, because it was a hilarious picture. Wah!
I’m guessing the kitties are still banned from the outside world? Any word on when the fence will be fixed?
Sharon – yeah, they’re still inside kitties, although I let Miz Poo come outside with me from time to time. There’s no word on when the fence will be fixed, if only because we can’t seem to come up with a polite way to ask our neighbors! Because we’re dorks, of course. 🙂
Hehe! I managed to wake up with a stiff/painful neck this morning after crocheting in bed all night. Crocheting doesn’t even USE neck muscles.. yeah, I don’t know either.
I really really want charmin and stevie. Really really bad.i waaaaaaannnnnnntttttt them both.
okay i’ll stop whining now
They make you file the sales tax monthly for that low a dollar amount? That blows. In Ohio, if you collect less than $200 a month in sales tax you only have to file twice a year.
Stacey – yeah! Isn’t it crazy? Even if you don’t owe anything, you still have to file a return!
Robyn…are you going to watch Joe Millionaire tonight? Did you watch it before…I can’t remember.
OHH Robyn…doesn’t trying to strain your brain to recall stuff just drive you crazier than a mud bug on a griddle? Usually I go through all the same mental contortions you spoke of, then at 3 in the morning I will wake up with the name!! And dammit, who can you call at that hour to let them know you remembered??
Robyn-Thanks for the lead on that song, it’s fast becoming my favorite!
Amy – argh! I forgot it was coming on! Did the first show look like it was going to live up to the original Joe Millionaire?
Okay… am I hallucinating, or did you recently write someting about finding a list that the Spud had written regarding things she’ll need when she gets an apartment of her own, specifically, Pepto Bismol?
I was laughing about it this morning with my S/O, and I had a question about it–and now I can’t find it in your journal.
Anyway, my question (assuming that you did find the list, and I’m not crazy): Someday in the future when the Spud does move out, would you ever subtly let her know that you’d ever seen the list (e.g., bring it up in a conversation with her husband when she’s 30; send her off to college with a secret jumbo Sam’s Club Pepto bottle hidden in her suitcases; have a fight with her and tell her to move the hell out, using a case of Pepto as a prop)?
My mom was a flaunter of her noseyness, and loved to let me know she was in on my secrets. That witch! 😉
Amanda – yeah, I did! It’s here, way down after the Friday five.
And I will SO be letting her know some day that I saw the list. I will probably hit her husband with the story about how when she was 8, she wrote “I hat you” on a piece of paper and left it outside her bedroom door, then follow up with the Pepto story. I like the idea of having a fight with her and telling her to get out while using a bottle of Pepto as a prop, though. Hee!
Well, I hat you, too. Ha! And that song reminds me of that one by that guy who was in that movie with that kid.
Kate – I love that movie!
(Heh)