Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Breakfast in Bed
So I was impulse buying. At Starbucks. I know, don't ask. Don't even go there. I mean I'm totally off caffeine so what the f was I there for? The short answer: Diedrichs sold out and a certain two.5 year old need chocolate milk. Anyhow. At the counter. Paying way too much for chocolate milk, even the organic kind, when I just hand to the woman, along with my debit card, the latest Joni Mitchell CD just perched there by the biscotti. Because, let's face it, the Disney Pixar Cars soundtrack is driving momma frickin nuts. So we buy Joni. For $17.95. Plus tax. And well, even longer story short: In addition to where old race-cars retire, I now have the soundtrack of hippy death. No really. I'm sure Joan Didion is working her next essay collection around this. Even the funky--what is it? snare drum, cymbal, synthesized woodland imp retired jazz is included. Lucky me.
So yesterday was a bad day. At least bad in the music and milk variety.
Today I was saddled up for a long morning of grading essays on the use of rhetoric in 17th century texts--really I should have just got in the Saab with my stack of papers and a red pen, rolled up the windows, put Joni on full blast and had it out--but instead I stayed at my desk, streamlined Morning Becomes Eclectic and what to my wondering ears did I hear?
Shelby Lynne, live.
But wait, it gets better.
Shelby Lynne live covering Dusty Springfield. Her Dusty record.
(And Nick, don't be too quick to jump up on the pulpit. Dusty's Dusty. Shelby's Shelby. She knows that. In fact, and I quote: "I'm not filling her shoes. No one can. I just set out to sing songs we all want to hear again." And boy does she. Because it's soft. And throaty. And calm. And perfect. And really, when's the last time you heard "Breakfast in Bed" on a Tuesday morning? Because it's enough to melt your heart and send you off to live another life. One where you're not puking and sweeping ash off your sidewalk and grading 17th century philosophy papers and running to the ends of the earth for bad hippy music and pricey organic chocolate milk.)