Well, I suppose it’s time to say goodbye to summer now that we’ve hit the first week of September. Like I was saying yesterday, I don’t think Southern California has gotten the memo that it’s time to cool off. Good thing I spent most of my day indoors in the air conditioning. I love the sun and all, but sometimes it can get to be too much of a good thing.
Before I forget, I find it really odd that Steve, the Crocodile Hunter guy, died in a freak accident. I mean c’mon, this guy has put himself in harms way with nature so many times and probably came close to some pretty serious injuries. Then he’s out diving swimming around and surprises a Stingray?!? That’s so not right. Crikey, I really dug that guy. He made viewing dangerous animals fun. Rest In Piece. I’ll dedicate this post to his wife and kids. I don’t think they’ll ever take their eyes off him.
With that I’ll call today’s Single of the Day the response to yesterday’s call. Fiona by Marcus Eaton is the guy pining for the girl, now Melanie Doane presents the female replay of pining for a man. Come to think of it, there was this time when I was pretty ignorant in the ways of women. Whoa, wait a minute, a time?!? Uh, I’m still pretty ignorant in the ways of women. I guess it’s my whole life. In particular I remember an incident during my tenure at University. I was madly crushing on a fellow student – her name was Corina (not Fiona). She was a tall, athletic, girl of German decent. For all I know she may still be alive and still tall and of German decent, hard to say if she’s still athletic.
We met in a Russian history class of all places. I got grouped with her for some project. We ended up becoming pretty good friends and going out for a while. I won’t call it dating, well, it sorta was. But at the time I had no game, zero, zip, nada, none. I was too nice. Waaaaaaaaaay too nice. I looked like a rocker with hair down to my butt, the torn jeans, riding the BMX bike, being one lone member of Fraternity with hair way past the cuff of the neck, but still too nice. At one point she came to my house and we were hanging out. She stood there and began to stare at me. Wouldn’t take her eyes off me.
So there I am, naive, stupid and acting like a silly ponce. I had the gall to ask her why she was staring at me and what was up. She coyly says “Oh nothing.” So I start tripping around the house acting like the goof I am inside, well, the goof I am who does silly childish things when I’m unsure of what to do – which is most of the time. I get her to laugh a little, but still she keeps staring. Finally after about 30 mintues of this game. She had to leave to get to work. Mind you I really had a desire to have sex with her, but I was too stupid to initiate. Later that night we’re talking on the phone. I ask her again what was up with the staring. She tells me that it was her way of saying – hello, time to take me now and ravage me. DUH! What was I thinking. Ever since then, I’m still fairly dense when it comes to women hitting on me and letting me know, hey big guy – time to get it on. Ask anyone I’ve dated, I’m sure they’ll back me up on that.
Sometimes, I think I’m learning to read the signals only to find out I’m wrong. To continue my education, I ought to get a hold of Melanie and ask her to write me out a little handbook of women’s vast number of subtle gestures, looks, actions, etc, that they do to give a guy a hint. I’ll then hit the streets and pay more attention, see if I can prove the realities of them and compile the findings into guyspeak and whip it into a book to make a mint with. Actually I’m not always that dense, but it is a good portion of the time.
This song though, I remember that my buddy Mark Jackson turned me onto it. He was working at Columbia Records at the time. There were a bunch of CD’s that he made me listen to. This particular song jumped out at me. I really dig the subtle nuances of the guitar parts. The sneaky use of volume swells, the unlikely use of country licks and instruments in a rock vibe. Its all in here, including the kitchen sink of a drum loop. I also love the sultry emotion she is giving off here. It all points back to that woman wanting her man and hoping he’ll get the message. The come and fuck me now message. Have you ever missed an opportunity only to learn about it later? Do tell.
What ever happened with Corina?
We never got together in a carnal sense. Not for a lack of attempts on my part. Essentially I blew it, and not even a trip to a Malibu beach house with Ocean access and an amazing jacuzzi could cure that. A few years after I moved away from Utah, I was on vacation in Park City and I had bumped into her when she was coming out of club while I was walking home. It was cordial hello, what’s up kinda thing. Then it was see ya round and I walk off. As I’m walking down the street I hear some guy yelling my name. I turn around and he starts screaming if I ever talk to her again he’d kill me. I looked at him shrugged my shoulders and turned back around and continued walking. I’m sure that pissed him off even more but I didn’t care. I’ve never seen nor heard of or from her since.
I’ve never seen Melanie either, but I’d like to. I think that based on this song my fantasy is that she’d be an amazing spectacle to watch live. If you’ve seen her perform, can you confirm my virtual reality? Actually I think it would be a blast to share the stage and throwing down some songs together with her. Either way, I highly recommend you getting this song and the rest of the CD for that matter. But far and away this is my favorite Melanie Doane song.
(** Disclaimer: If Columbia/Sony sets their eyes on me, I’m going to bet it has more to do with financially raping me over the use of the song, to which I will avoid a nasty relationship by stripping the song from the server and acting like an angel. The text of the post will remain. **)