Hearing that Ellie Greenwich has died today, I'm reminded of one of my favorite songs of all time, one she co-wrote.
I was just a toddler really, maybe three. Next door lived some older girls, sisters, nine or ten, dazzlingly sophisticated to me. Their mother still had ratted hair, though it had been out of style for at least five years by then. Their father was skinny and wore pomade.
They had barbies and easy bake ovens. I wanted to be like them.
One day, a hot summer day, I remember the girls were having a terrible fight. One of them was standing on the hood of their parents' car, hurling old 45s at the older sister's head. The sunlight gleamed off the flying vinyl. Their mother's prized 45s crashed to the ground in a hail of black plastic. I shudder to think what awaited those girls after that. Somehow I think those barbies might have been baked in that Easy Bake oven.
Who knows. Who cares, really?
What I remember most about that day is that after they'd been summoned in by their bellowing mother, I picked up the one 45 that had not been broken. It was old and scratched, but when I took it home, it still played. It was the second record I ever owned (and it was stolen from the trash).
It was New Orleans' own Dixie Cups singing "Chapel of Love".
It's all so prophetic.
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I wish somebody would come along for both of us. We could have a double wedding at The Chapel of Love If only Florida and Louisiana allowed gay marriage, if only we could find husbands, if only...
When your big day (oops, I typed big Gay) comes, can I give you both away?
Pardon me Mistress, but haven't you already done that? At least in my case...and no one wanted me :(
Perhaps Mistress could carve out some space on infomaniac and start some cruel government run non-prophet organization with a redundant title like,
“Mistress M.J.’s Home for Unwanted Old Gay Folks Home"
"Mean Dirty Old Pirate & Jason, your rooms are ready”
Perhaps Mistress could carve out some space on infomaniac and start some cruel government run non-prophet organization with a redundant title like,
“Mistress M.J.’s Home for Unwanted Old Gay Folks Home"
Oh darling, I’ve a spot reserved for both you AND Jason at our Retirement Home for Tired Old Poofters.
I should have known that you would be just one step ahead. Such an overachiever. I'm ready for my room now.
"Sunlight glinted off the flying vinyl" might be my favorite sentence ever!
jason i think you've lost control of your blog!
Thank you, Mistress,
I can't wait to see our lovely apartment at the Retirement Home for Old Poofters.
I call the top (bunk)!
Do you think you can manage the top bunk, what with your knees?
uh....my knees have never failed me. Never.
Then I must be thinking of MDP.
There must be a reason he wears those knee pads.
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