Things are different here. Some little things, like driving on the other side of the street, other side of the car. Some big things, like a zero tolerance, automatic execution policy for drug offenses and of course the occasional public canning for chewing gum. And other things are just friggin’ weird. I was listening to the local top 40-like station the other day and “the Meow” song came on. What is the Meow song you ask? Well quite simply, it’s a bunch of cats meowing, surprisingly on-key to an early 80s techno beat. As they worked into the bridge (yes, I listened that long) a chorus of humans joined in, harmonized, and then worked a couple of riffs before the big feline finale.
Not sure what to say about that. I never thought a song could leave me speechless, confused and yearning for an acoustic upgrade – perhaps a bit of death metal bagpipes with accordion accompaniment. Anyway, I thought about calling a shrink or diving head first into a bottle of red. Instead, I slipped in my ear buds and let the Piano Man usher me into a State of Grace. You may not get a prescription with that option, but the vino selection triples and is based on whatever kind of mood I’m in tonight.
I’m not quite sure what that is just yet, but I’m certain that if the grapes don’t sooth the soul, the music will. Thanks Bill.
Irrelevant factoid: It is well known that animals use song as a way of attracting mates (should stop the sentance right there) but researchers, aka primatologists, have found that gibbons have developed a way of scaring off predators by singing to them. Not sure what this has to do with cats singing, but RClutch would be disappointed if I did not post a comment :)
ReplyDeleteKeep listening to the cats. That way, when you come home and the family sings via RockBand it will not sound so bad!
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