With my radio dial turned way to the left, I heard this old gem on my commute home last night. As I was singing along, I found myself doing that echo thing with the Pips. Miss Gladys tells a story about following her man or whatever, but what struck me was how shafted were those Pips. They got like ten lines in the whole song, and some of them aren’t even proper words, but sounds of a train whistle.
Here are a few. Don’t be shy–sing along. I am.
(too much for the man) (goin’ back to find) (leavin’) (woo-wooo!) (I know you will) (superstar, but the didn’t get far) (ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo) (leavin’) (live in his world) (gotta go) (gonna board) (woo-wooo!)
Those Pips did have the slickest moves on stage, though, didn’t they?
With my radio dial turned way to the left, I heard this old gem on my commute home last night. As I was singing along, I found myself doing that echo thing with the Pips. Miss Gladys tells a story about following her man or whatever, but what struck me was how shafted were those Pips. They got like ten lines in the whole song, and some of them aren’t even proper words, but sounds of a train whistle.
Here are a few. Don’t be shy–sing along. I am.
(too much for the man) (goin’ back to find) (leavin’) (woo-wooo!) (I know you will) (superstar, but the didn’t get far) (ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo) (leavin’) (live in his world) (gotta go) (gonna board) (woo-wooo!)
Those Pips did have the slickest moves on stage, though, didn’t they?
Happy Monday. And happy music. As I’ve been working on my new story, I’ve also been doing my favorite non-writing activity: creating the playlist. I giggle inside every time I hear this song; it kicks off my Songs-Inspired-By SPEAKING OF LOVE “official soundtrack,” and is oh-so fitting.
And then I get all melancholy, because this little gem is on there too.
I can tell you’re all super-excited to read about my fun characters now, right? Weeeee! Ah, well. Happy writing to me.
Happy Monday. And happy music. As I’ve been working on my new story, I’ve also been doing my favorite non-writing activity: creating the playlist. I giggle inside every time I hear this song; it kicks off my Songs-Inspired-By SPEAKING OF LOVE “official soundtrack,” and is oh-so fitting.
And then I get all melancholy, because this little gem is on there too.
I can tell you’re all super-excited to read about my fun characters now, right? Weeeee! Ah, well. Happy writing to me.
“Someone help me! Help me! Help me, pleeeee-heeeeeeease….”
Every few months, I get the Puppy Fever. And right now, I’m sweating it out. I mean, look! How completely adorbe, right?
I want a dog.
No, let me rephrase.
I want to want a dog.
I want to want to want a dog.
Whenever I get this way, I have to remind myself what a big commitment and responsibility it is to have a pet. I don’t have the best track record. I kill house plants, people. All the time.I also remind myself about all the “cleaning up,” etc. that has to be done with a dog. This usually helps the Puppy Fever to pass quickly. But for some reason, this time, it’s not sticking. It’s kind of cute, right?
(I’ll admit, my current Puppy Fever is most likely fueled by the story I’m working on. My guy has dogs. And it’s dreamy.)
So I’m wondering….for a semi-stable, semi-responsible chick like me, why should I NOT get a dog? Huh? Tell me now, or forever hold your peace.
“Someone help me! Help me! Help me, pleeeee-heeeeeeease….”
Every few months, I get the Puppy Fever. And right now, I’m sweating it out. I mean, look! How completely adorbe, right?
I want a dog.
No, let me rephrase.
I want to want a dog.
I want to want to want a dog.
Whenever I get this way, I have to remind myself what a big commitment and responsibility it is to have a pet. I don’t have the best track record. I kill house plants, people. All the time.I also remind myself about all the “cleaning up,” etc. that has to be done with a dog. This usually helps the Puppy Fever to pass quickly. But for some reason, this time, it’s not sticking. It’s kind of cute, right?
(I’ll admit, my current Puppy Fever is most likely fueled by the story I’m working on. My guy has dogs. And it’s dreamy.)
So I’m wondering….for a semi-stable, semi-responsible chick like me, why should I NOT get a dog? Huh? Tell me now, or forever hold your peace.