Just A Swell Day On All Fronts!

First off, the weather has been fantastic today.

There’s a spot out on the highway where I can see all the way to Coshocton County  when the sky is clear, and today was one of those days. The sky was just so blue. And all the hills and trees for miles and miles were so green. It was breathtaking. And it was only about 72 degrees Fahrenheit, no humidity at all.

I was driving home from giving that piano lesson. And I have to say, this new teaching stuff I’ve been studying is really just amazing.

The guy I’m teaching has no musical training whatsoever – never, none – but he was grasping so many basic concepts so quickly because I now have this new language for explaining stuff.  It cuts right to the chase.

Toward the end of the lesson, I was talking about the black keys being half-steps, and then I pointed out how B & C are also a half-step, and I said, “Like in ‘Chopsticks’ – see?” And I played the beginning of “Chopsticks” and then hit a wrong note.

And he said, “That was wrong! What did you just play?”

And I showed him, and right away, he started trying to play “Chopsticks,” and even though he couldn’t find the right note to play, I could see his mind looking for that note – trying to hone in on where it could be and match the right key to the tone he was hearing in his head.

He was frustrated with himself, but I said, “No! This is exciting! You’re hearing the right note in your head. It’s in there and it wants to come out and you’re going to find that note.  This means you’re musical!”

I don’t think he believed me, but I definitely saw it happening. I saw his mind working and I knew for sure that he had music inside of him.  And it was exciting.  Even just “Chopsticks.” Not everyone can hear the right notes inside themselves.

On a  thoroughly unrelated topic, but equally exciting – almost.

I have a new Wrangler jeans jacket. And I just love it. It fits great and it is super soft. Already. Just so soft.

I was sitting out on my kitchen porch in my new little jacket because it was chilly out and this young woman I sort of know was coming over. She smokes so we hang out on my kitchen porch so that she can smoke.

She’s a really butch dyke kind of gal. She is definitely my type but she is way, way, way too young for me – over 20 years too young. I actually have no idea if she’s coming on to me these days, or what. But she’s chatting with me a lot more.

She asked me about the Writer’s Retreat thing in Italy and when that was happening, and I said, “Next year.” And she said, “Well, what is it that you’re doing later this year?”

And I said, “One of my plays – in New York.”

And she said, “I wanna go to New York. I want to see one of your plays. I’ve been saving my money. I wanna see what a hillbilly like you looks like when she’s in the big city.”

Hillbilly??!! Excuse me? I just said something like, ” Well, I’m sure it’ll be nice.” I still can’t quite figure out what’s going on there.

I was also wearing my aviator shades and she wanted to take my picture and I hate having my picture taken. I really, truly hate it.  And I told her no. But she said, “Come on.”

I finally said that if she could make me look like a sex kitten and not a hillbilly, then she could take my picture. So she gets her phone out and, you know: click/delete, click/delete, click/delete, and on and on. And finally she said, “Oh this one’s good.”

I said, “Do I look like a sex kitten?”

She said, “No, you look like a biker.”

Jesus Christ. Go home. Smoke on your own fucking porch.  But she is actually very personable and articulate. And she wanted to use my bathroom before she went home. So we went into my kitchen and I’d forgotten that I had been listening to T. Rex “Bang A Gong (Get It On)” – it was set on repeat on my little CD jukebox on my kitchen table. And it was still playing.

And she said, “What are you listening to?”

And I thought, Oh god, please don’t tell me that you have never, ever, ever, EVER even heard of this song.

But she had never, ever, ever, EVER even heard of that song.

And I said, “It was, like, the sexiest song to come out of 1971.” (She wasn’t born yet – not even close.)

And she wanted to know what the song was about but I said, “I’m not telling you. You’re way, way, way too young. ”

HER: “No, I wanna know what he’s saying.”

ME: “He’s talking about a girl who’s built like a car, with a hubcap diamond star halo.”

HER: “And that’s sexy? Really. ”

ME: “Yes, really. Go home.”

It was too funny. I felt 177 years old.

But after she left, and I went to teach the piano lesson, I put the CD on in my car and kept playing the song over & over. It’s quite hypnotic, and I actually hadn’t thought about the song in ages. It was only that mention of “Cosmic Dancer” at one of those Nick Cave Conversations in the Netherlands that made me think of it.

And I was listening to the lyrics and thinking how I never really understood that song at all. I still love it, but it kind of makes no sense whatsoever. And even though it is a sexy little song, if anyone who was even remotely interested in having sex with me for whatever reason, ever told me I was built like a car, with or without a hubcap diamond star halo, my answer would be no.

An unqualified no. Built like a car, indeed. It’s hard enough being a fucking hillbilly biker. Jesus Christ. (But a sexy song, nonetheless.)

Well you’re dirty and sweet
Clad in black
Don’t look back
And I love you
You’re dirty and sweet oh yeah
Well you’re slim and you’re weak
You’ve got the teeth
Of the Hydra upon you
You’re dirty sweet
And you’re my girl
Get It On
Bang a gong
Get It OnGet It On
Bang a gong
Get It On

Well you’re built like a car
You’ve got a hubcap
Diamond star halo
You’re built like a car
Oh yeah

You’re an untamed youth
That’s the truth
With your cloak full of eagles
You’re dirty sweet
And you’re my girl

Get It On
Bang a gong
Get It On

Get It On
Bang a gong
Get It On

Well you’re windy and wild
You’ve got the blues
In your shoes and your stockings
You’re windy and wild
Oh yeah

Well you’re built like a car
You’ve got a hubcap
Diamond star halo
You’re dirty sweet
And you’re my girl

Get It On
Bang a gong
Get It On

Get It On
Bang a gong
Get It On

Well you’re dirty and sweet
Clad in black
Don’t look back
And I love you
You’re dirty and sweet oh yeah

Well you dance when you walk
So let’s dance, take a chance
Understand me
You’re dirty sweet
And you’re my girl

Get It On
Bang a gong
Get It On

Get It On
Bang a gong
Get It On…

Take me
Meanwhile, I’m still thinking

C- 1971 Marc Bolan

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