Dear Reader,
In addition to the baptism by McCartney last night, beforehand (because naturally we were early), Word Raccoon’s ears perked up.
“Is…is that Cake?” she asked.
It was.
It was CAKE doing a cover of “Strangers in the Night.”
What??
WR immediately demanded to know what album it was from.
Friends, it was Stubbs the Zombie: The Soundtrack.
Which meant absolutely nothing to us because zombies? Except CAKE.
Today we listened to the EP and: all the yeses.
We also discovered a rarities collection of Cake. We do not generally do rarities albums, but apparently there are exceptions.
Why do we love music that says, “Sure, I have all the feelings, but whatever”?
It’s emotional camouflage.
Like putting gauze over the speaker.
Like playing suck-and-blow with a credit card with your feelings, you know, how you pass the card to someone else by sucking it onto your lips and blowing it onto the next player’s? (I’ve never played it, but WR has watched Clueless an unreasonable number of times. Seriously. Let’s not count, ‘k?
She even watched it in China!
She has written at least two poems about the movie. Because Cher was NOT a dumb blonde. (Not that we accept that stereotype anyway…) She took to heart criticism and tried to grow.
Also, no Clueless, no Legally Blonde.
I said what I said!
Not many people would accuse WR of playing it cool. She is, I think, constitutionally incapable of it, though she occasionally attempts the experiment.
Moving on.
In submitting news, we learned today that our chapbook Waxing cleared another hurdle but not the final fence.
That’s okay.
She’s not a horse.
We also submitted Inconveniently Alive today. If it isn’t the first time we’ve sent that manuscript out, it’s close.
A few lines we rather liked:
I like the hay.
It pokes, but it’s warm
and it remembers
it was once alive.
And:
I told my heart to calm down
and it threw a folding chair.
(If you’ve ever followed Indiana basketball, that makes perfect sense.)
The household retrofitting continues.
It is band-ready for tomorrow, the fridge is full of beer, and household projects have been temporarily suspended.
WR and I intend to choose alternate writing quarters tomorrow, giving our Freewrite a workout.
Please let the coffee shop uptown be open. At least between 1 and 3, after which time it will be safe to return to all the household projects.
If this were You’ve Got Mail, Joe Fox would have fired back with some sort of Godfather line to counter Kathleen Kelly if she dared defend Clueless.
Let’s see if this screen magically generates a message…
No?
Yours in song covers, chapbooks, and strategic retreat,
Drema
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