Tuesday, July 27, 2010
"......cuz people out there turn the music into gold...."
This song brings back memories. It's not a great song, just a piece of fluff from the 70's.
And it totally cracks me up.
Some background: The song is by some dude named John Stewart. No, not from the Daily Show. This guy was from the Kingston Trio, and all I know about them is they're probably a band my parents listened to.
Anyhoo, Lindsay Buckingham and Stevie Nicks appeared on the track. Lindsay's guitar work is obviously apparent – and probably a large part of why I like this song - and Stevie Nicks lends her voice. It's not credited as a duet, but it might as well be – you can't miss her vocals.
However, every time I hear this song I get the vague feeling Miss Stevie is singing a completely different song than Stewart.
It's like she's singing along to something in her head, and it doesn't quite match up. Quite possible – it was during her drug addled years.
Still, it works.
I went YouTube-ing hoping to find a live version of them performing this song, but instead found Mr. Stewart's 1979 appearance on Solid Gold.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Since it was Thursday, I went grocery shopping. This is a weekly trial that's always more difficult than it seems. Mainly because people turn into complete morons there. Maybe it's something they pump into the air conditioning system. Or maybe not.
Aside from the usual aisle-hogs and human speed bumps, there was only one real incident. Allow me to share.
I got lucky and nabbed an empty checkout line. No sooner did I have four items on the conveyor, a woman appears in line behind me, slams down the plasticky divider thingy and begins emptying her cart, using the entire swath of conveyor - including the area I was using.
So, the conveyor keeps rolling. Little Miz Impatient's groceries float past me, all the way down to the checkout clerk, effectively leaving me with a cartful of groceries and nowhere to put them. At this point, I might as well just hand them one by one to the clerk.
I shove the plastic thingy along with some of her crap back up towards her, and she barely takes notice. She's all blurry arms flying, tossing everything from her cart en masse onto the conveyor. Thankfully, the clerk realizes what happened and stops it from rolling.
My initial reaction was that maybe she wasn't paying attention.
“Excuse me, ma'am.....could you wait til I've finished?” I said.
She just stares at me, then goes back to putting her stuff on the conveyor.
Hello.... McFly !! Bonk bonk....
So I try again. “Ma'am, I still have a cart full of groceries, could you wait til I've finished, please?!?”
She's looking at me with irritation. I'm motioning to the conveyor and my cart. I swear something behind her eyes stirred with recognition for a split second.
Then she said, “No habla Ingles”.
Really? .....like, really??
Personally, I don't care what language she said it in, or where she comes from. She could come from Germany, Japan, Iceland - or the moon. I don't care. I'm more than sure she's been in a grocery store before.
Maybe I'm just crabby again, but I'm pretty sure not speaking English is not actually an excuse for being a jerk.