I wanna be elected

AM earworm today, Unfinished Sweet - Alice Cooper.
What seems strange, it’s from the Billion Dollar Babies album and it’s odd because it’s my least favourite song on that album. The one song of the whole thing that I don’t know deeply, intimately and pretty much by heart. I could pretty much sing every single song from BDB to you at the drop of a hat (so don’t drop any hats around me or you’ll regret it) and yet this is one that I had to actually look up the title.
It’s also odd because for the first time I really realized it’s about dentistry and that has been a dominating theme of the last couple months.

I got one of those boozy phone calls last night. Marital issues, and they were clearly angling for a couple hours of free therapy. I could have sacrificed for it had it not been for the boozy mess club facet. I can’t do any meaningful work with someone who’s drunk. And if you’re calling me at 10:30 on a Sunday night you are definitely asking me for a sacrifice. So, sorry but call back when you’re sober.

It also feels strange that (for the moment at least) I have my own time, my own schedule, and I can do or not do at will. Of course I then realized I have a couple appointments and rehearsals this week so that gives the sensation of slight pressure which makes me feel somewhat anxious and constricted. I can’t just space right out or I might forget to do something I intended or promised.

But the new freedom allowed me to feel like I had the availability to start doing things that have been hanging fire for ages. Scour out and straighten the entire sink area especially that area to the right where all the tupperware and bottles for spices, yoghurt making and grain storage accumulate.
Then the task that turned out to be a blast. Getting a few, foot deep stacks of vinyl onto the shelf somehow. This involved reorganizing the whole collection. While I did that I handed out stuff for Oliver to put on the turntable. We listened to a 50’s latin dance album from my childhood (the cover in classic pink and black even). Pythagorean Theory music (one of those 70’s concept albums where it’s supposed to put you in some kind of mathematical synth trance). The original Peter Gunn soundtrack album. The soundtrack to Du-Beat-eo (Johanna Went, Tex & the Horseheads etc.) James Bond theme songs. The soundtrack from “Blood Feast” (I think it’s only kettle drum, french horn and an upright bass). A completely squidded piece of weirdness out of Long Island by Children Of The Night called “Dinner With Drac”. Mission Impossible, (old) Mitchell Froom, The Faces, Five Easy Pieces, some late 60’s garage band comp. It was total fun and makes the dining room so much more neat and open feeling as well.

OK well we’ve put Billion Dollar Babies on now and I’m going to wander away to enjoy another brilliant piece of music while I dust the living room, water the plants and do my very last bit of paperwork which will put the really, truly kibosh on this semester.
God, I, feel, so, strong, I am so strong.