Dear Covid Diary,
Ever get a song stuck in your head for no reason? Oh yeah, you don’t have a head. You are just a journal… but this peculiar thing happens a lot to humans.
I woke up this morning with The Waitresses’ I Know What Boys Like stuck in my craw.
I haven’t heard this song in forever. There was no reason for it to suddenly appear.
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I hadn’t thought about that song since the ’80s. I didn’t go to a restaurant with a waitstaff yesterday…
I see them looking
I make them want me
Arrrgh! The brutal part is that the song followed me to the grocery store. Worse. I am a chronic whistler (Hey! Shut up. I am over 50 and I can annoy the general public as I see fit!).
People looked at me as I grabbed my pesto and some sausage.
I got my cat moves
That so upset them
A good friend once said just sing a bit of A Kind of Hush and it will knock any other song from your brain.
There’s a kind of hush all over the world tonight
All over the world you can hear the sounds of lovers in love
Of course, now that is stuck in my head,
Covid Diary. I need a song to knock that one out. What’s that, Diary? What do you say?
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like me
Until tomorrow,
Brian
P.S. Is “The Loose Stool Pigeons” a good band name?
See my Amazon author page and buy my books.
His first manuscript was composed entirely of punctuation marks and confused sketches. He's since published "Not Bukowski" (poems that don't rhyme) and "Slop and Swell from a Festering Mind" (essays so concerning that bookstores check on his wellbeing). He once spent three hours photographing a rare bird that turned out to be a plastic bag, and he's the only person banned from church bake sales for "weaponized brownies." Inheriting absurdism from Vonnegut and Adams, sprawling narratives from Irving, and weaponized failure from Moore, he writes about conflicted everymen struggling through supernatural chaos.
He has two new, offbeat novels waiting foran agent or a publisher: "Truth Tastes Like Pennies" and "Elliot Nessie."
He remains unconvinced that birds aren't surveillance drones.
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