This song has appeared on my dashboard numerous times tonight (thanks to Merlin) and that makes me happy because this song is the rightful holder of one of my favorite memories.
It’s an August night in a sweaty night club where a band just finished playing some synthesized music that left us flat. We were expecting a punk band - they never showed up and this lifeless band played instead. The doors to the club are open and we can see cars go by on Merrick Road, hear the shouts of kids walking home late at night. We’re drunk. We’re hot and sticky and a little deflated. But we don’t want to go home. Not yet.
Someone climbs into the DJ booth and puts on a record. This record. This version. And then we’re singing. All of us, singing. There are some red lights glowing from the stage and one of us sees those lights as a beacon and he walks up the stairs to the stage and dances. And one by one, we follow him. Someone turns the volume up. We didn’t sing any louder because you sing this song in a quite, revered tone, like you’re having a quiet conversation with your heart. And we didn’t dance harder because what you did with this song wasn’t so much dance, it was more like you moved to it, moved with it and when the “up down turn around” part comes you sort of bounced on your heels a little and moved your head around, and that’s what we did on that hot stage. We danced and moved and we sang quietly but together and we played the song two, three maybe four times until the owner said he was shutting down and then we moved out to the street and stood in front of the club, most of us still singing.
I can never define this song any other way. I can never think of it as anything but a glorious bookmark in a spectacular summer. I can never hear it as anything but the song we all carried close to our hearts like a secret that we needed to share.
It will always feel like magic.
Thank you for the 3am “company” as I scroll through the dashboard, bleary eyed and delirious:
I like you:
Because it changes from day to day and I like to let people know I LIKE THEM, I REALLY LIKE THEM and if you’re not following these people, you should.
Also, I know Melodi will be happy to be in the same grid as Mike Doughty.
Me and Merlin made it to the gym.
I’d been shooting for, “What time is the San Francisco Giants game?”
But, sure. I’ll bite: when is that particular event going down?
The answer is always. It is always vagina servicing time.
Mail from Merlin.
Best mail ever or best mail EVER?
I switched from Safari to Chrome and installed Missing-e and everything is sparkly and unicorns and rainbows now. I can also do this, which I haven’t done in a while and say thanks to the people who were my companions for the last few hours of insomnia while I scrolled and hearted:
I want this one, Merlin. I NEED this one.
That first link, where it says this guy? That’s a link to Merlin. This is from 2004.
I feel like I’ve come internet full circle.
(I swear no more blog nostalgia tonight)