December 13, 2003

• I made it to Seattle, finally and for a while. My little house was cold as the proverbial witch's tit (though I've known a few witches and none of them have cold tits). My little car was so happy to see me, it wouldn't start! And me without a battery charger...

  It's funny that the first thing I did after getting back was light a fire in the fireplace. Even before turning up the thermostat, and even before unpacking the laptop.

  Then, later, when it was time to go get something to eat, the car wouldn't start, so Mad Pizza to the rescue. Here I sit munching snobbish pizza, scanning gnutella for old music.

  At the moment I'm listening to something I found: The Tubes' 'Tip Of My Tongue,' which is what you get when you take The Tubes, David Foster, and the Earth Wind and Fire horns, and give them studio time. Note the bridge.. every David Foster production has a weird break like that, but few are as funky. This song, and the album it comes from, remind me of something very specific: Going to the Smoky Mountains with my parents and my brother-in-law's little brother Jeff. There were two tapes in that car that summer, The Tubes 'Outside Inside,' and Styx' 'Kilroy Was Here.'

  On reflection, I don't know how my parents managed to survive the musical tastes of two goofy teenagers in the early 80s. Imagine you're my parents and you're driving through Georgia in a Toyota Tercel with two teenagers, and you encounter these lyrics: "Never been too cunning/I'm no linguist/But I can tell you this... My heart speaks but the words play/On the tip of my tongue/And no matter what my lips say/You are still the only one."

  And 'Tip Of My Tongue' follows... the 'Wild Women Of Wongo.'

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