SUNDAY. THE DAY OF REST, MY ASS.
So. I’m in bed.
I’ve got an ice pack over my chest & another, curled around my neck like a baby snake.
I am aware of my Cluster Headache, approaching level 6.
And I’m Kicking.
It’s ” Girl Interrupted” vs “Trainspotting.” vs “The Exorcist.” (levitation)
I’m in enough agony to not care that I’m making like a crazy person.
They are more … “mewing” then crying. At times? Keening, maybe.
(Le Drama: oy. Bad, Body, Bad!)
But I’m tryin to cope, rite?
So. I’m iced. I’m listening 2 my chillax tunes, tailormade c/o “Lightning Bug” for Android. I program to soothe: rain, crickets, lightning …
-I had to remove sounds of ocean waves, though ( it’s true, what they say about the sound of water.)
-I’m deep breathing. Doing some “Jin Shin” (self-help/mind-body energy work) on myself. And … I’m starting to feel my pulse come down… Miracle.
(The blood pressure meds gently aided the process. I admit. Better Living Thru Chemicals??? IDK.)
I am finally coming to a Happy Place…drifting…
“Hey Baby, Hey Baby,Hey!!!!”
bursts into the Calm!!
I didn’t set that up.
After nearly falling outta bed?
-I start laughing.
-Guess I set a 30 min alarm.
…I’m hearing No Doubt, crickets, lightning and rain. I scramble to MAKE IT STOP. Cacophony is no good for Headache.
… on comes ” I Kissed A Girl.”
With a side of Rain.
I start thinking about the hooks in both songs.
IMHO, (in my humble opinion), you can’t go wrong with No Doubt. I believe Gwen’s performance, I love the layers of sound, love the story.
The band are brilliant.
Obviously, love the story. (You can reference me v. Katy insofar as my take on the content … in a competitive way … in one of my Spring 2010 blogs … I kinda one-upped her…but hey, her track hit before mine did. The only hitting I did was the floor. With my face. From a stroke. Fuck.)
Back to the track: the hook is hella monotonous. The whole song has the same four on the floor vibe from the vocals to the beat.
I really like the sexy, just-smoked-vocal. Strong.
Not as interpretively sophisticated as Gwen. But a bouncy song that, overall works for me.
-One last thing on that…
I don’t know about you ladies, but when I * do* goclubbing?
I sho’ as shit ain’t wearing no Chapstick-cherry or not.
-It’s glam lips all the way.
Or nothing, in which case, I’m bare because it’s been kissed off.
I’m still in bed.
The kickin has abated for now.
Headache is still on in my noggin.
I’m crying because I miss music so much.
It actually hurts. Like … a breakup. I know life will never be the same.
But I knew that.
Doesn’t mean my life can’t be fabulous again.
I just … it’s not playing out right. I thought I’d feel better, in SOME way, 3 months post-op.
I’m better than I was an hour ago.
& With this little bit of fire left in my belly, I think:
“I’ma do my own remix of the track(s).”
I think I’ll callit:
“Hey, I Kissed a Girl …in the Rain, Baby.”