I woke up on the right side of the bed, but with not enough covers, which I think is because my husband uses blanket stealing to subliminally lure me to his side of the bed so that he can wrap me in the blazing inferno that is his body.
I’m not sayin I’m grumpy, I’m just sayin this prompt had me like Wha? and then I read some today and I just don’t fucking know, and I am reminded of being in school, where teachers gave vague ideas of what they wanted so we could brainstorm and come up with something clever and unique, or so they could avoid teaching, and then when someone turned in just the right thing, they’d hold it up and say, “This! This is what I wanted!” and we’d all sit there like That? and we’d roll our eyes and sublimate our spite with fastidious notes on how some teachers really do teach because they cannot do.
But whatever, that bit right there was definitely the stream of consciousness about which every writing teacher dreams.
Title is my jot, and I shall jot to you of my recent run-in with title.
I got Adele’s new 25 cd for Xmas. Sassy and I have grown quite fond of Track 2. That’s all the help my car is: Track 2. For all the things this car does, you’d think it could recognize titles, but alas, it does not.
So, we love Track 2 and we listen to it over and over and over and we open-mouth hum mostly, because we do not know the words. One day, I ask Sassy, “What the hell is the chorus?” Sassy doesn’t know. I say Imma hafta look it up.
I’m talkin Bob Dylan, “Louie, Louie,” beginning of “Scar Tissue” level of indecipherable wtfness here.
The Mister told me that Sassy kept pushing the buttons and putting it back on Track 2. I said, “I love that 2nd track, too, but what is she goin on about?”
He didn’t know.
I’d swear the chorus is like send my love to ya lil lovelighter and somethin about cheetahs.
So when The Mister and I got into the car later, he turned the song on and gave it his best try. I had this brilliant idea that maybe, if we looked at the case, we’d see the title of the song and so we did. It’s “Send My Love to Your New Lover” and that’s exactly what she’s singing. Turns out cheetah is actually treat her.
You know, that makes sense.
Reading titles can be helpful — as is enclosing lyrics, but I often feel that went out with record jackets.