Wednesday, June 27, 2007

 

Hmm, hm, hum, hmmm, hmmmmm ...

I was standing in the lobby of an office building just now, waiting to meet someone, humming a tune from the new Bon Jovi album, and the gal at the reception desk said to me:

"My grandma always said that when people are humming or whistling, it means their spirit is at rest."

"Wow," I said. "It is! Really, for the first time in quite awhile. I've gotten some resolution to some things that have been keeping me up at night."

"Glad to hear that. That's great!" she said.

"Hmm, hm, hum, hmmm, hmmmmm," I said.

Got a lot of work done on the house, finally -- I mean paid professionals have. Three trips strung over three weeks.

Finally let go of the fact that my summertime mad money is now gone.

Finally resolved some other, harder-to-quantify things having to do with me, and Dr. ER and Colorado and Oklahoma and all.

And, seriously, not to get all '80s on y'all or anything, but Bon Jovi's new CD, "Lost Highway," is great, mainly because he's not trying to be 20-something. He's singin' to 40-somethings. Good stuff, man.

--ER

Comments:
"... not to get all '80s on y'all or anything ..."

What's wrong with the '80s?

That's great news, ER. It's as if you're finding peace.

As far as Bon Jovi, the group's done well staying out there. Part of it's the nostalgia of hearing Jon's voice, I know, but he's matured in his music, too. I agree with ya.

But, still, give me a little "Runaway," which came from the group's first album. I get all mullet and dancey when I hear it.
 
Ha. I wish I still had a mullet. I'd use it for a comb-over!
 
Well, actually, no, I wouldn't. Ugh. But I could!
 
First, let me echo loudly Teditor's comments. To be at peace even in the midst of life's chaos is a wonderful feeling. Good goin', man.

Second, Bon Jovi?

Third, a mullet? Oh, that's right. You may be erudite, but you are still a redneck.
 
Somehow, E.R. in a mullet brings to mind Benjamin Franklin. Sorry, friend.
Second, I'm glad to hear your spirit is resting for a change. Enjoy it!
 
I know it's no consolation, but I didn't know it was "mullet" at the time. I'd whacked it before I heard the term.

Hey, I just thought it looked cool hangin' down from under my gimme cap. :-)

I did still have it when Dr. ER and I got hitched. I have a pic of me holdin' the marrigage license up with a big toothy look-what-I-done-did grin on my face. Said mullet that day was hangin' over a collar with a necktie in it. Dr. ER is lookin' out of the frame with a look on her face that plainy says, "Oh, what the hell have I done?"
 
Note to SharpBlessedSelf:

1) Schedule the next stogie-roller with ER ASAP.

2) Check to make sure the new box of CAOs are properly humidified.

3) Remember to discuss with ER our apparent mutual fondness of 80s rock, and what Def Leppard should learn from Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, The Rolling Stones, and The Police, et. al., on how to still be able to produce relevant, new music, whilst not seeming as old as they really are.

4) Ask wife to, later, Pour Some Sugar On Me.
 
Geoff,

I hate to tell you this, but mullet was not necessarily redneck. Those who have one now, yeah, it's all redneck.

But from 1984-1993, mullets were the thing. Serious business up front, a big party in the back.

Look at any yearbook in that genre, and you'll know exactly what I mean.

ER: combover. That's effin' funning. For the longest time, you had more hair under your chin than on your head. My buddy, Andy, says he'd like to transplant from his back hair. It'd be a little more curly, but ...

Back when I was in college -- I earned my bachelor's degree in 1989 -- I not only had a mullet, I also had a perm. How's that for dating myself.
 
I thought about a perm. Settled for mousse. For about six months or less. Gad.
 
Oh you two are in for it now. Since there is physical distance amongst us, I'm going to give you both such grief for using more "product" than I do! And Teditor, a PERM???? What kind of man are you?
 
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I'll send ya my college yearbook, Trix. In a university of less than 5,000, I'd say about 1,000 of the young men had curly hair that wasn't quite natural.

The chicks dug it, man. I'd get a perm, grow the beard to the optimum length, and I'd have 'em swimmin' over me. We'd dance to "Funky Cold Medina" and "Wild Thing" and "Livin' on a Prayer" and "Bad Medicine" and "Born to Boogie."

And the chicks dug it.

Both of them.
 
Knew several hairdressers. One insisted I let her perm my hair, plus, she was gonna do it for an interview. She got the gig, I was surprised and pleased with the look of the perm. Sometime later, I sought to recreate that look and to my dismay, a different, but equally qualified professional failed to impress. Abberation? After more time passed, I was coerced once more. Also disappointed. Would never do it again. Now, much to my dear wife's chagrin, I am letting my freak flag fly. Frankly, I don't much care for the standard cut, particularly for myself. Anytime I see someone with a nice mop, he looks like a geek when he gets it cut for business. But for me I gotta let it out every now and then. I'll be pushing the boss's patience to the limit this time around, and the wife's as well.

As to Bon Jovi, good gosh ahmighty! May I have some edge please? I grew up with Cream, Grand Funk Railroad, Allman Bros, Doobie Bros, Johnny and/or Edgar Winter, Deep Purple, and of course Led Zeppelin, and the Beatles and Stones. Now my wife and little girl just love Bon Jovi. But he seems to try to hard or something to me. Just can't dig 'im. My tastes really are quite expansive, but somehow, he's just way too far out on the edges of jammin' for me.
 
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