BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY
Do you ever get a song stuck in your head that you can't extract.
I have the song Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie, yes this Fergie, wedged in between my ears.
The damn chorus is so catchy!
OK look I admit that I really liked the retro groovy sound of the song Where is the Love by her band the Black Eyed Peas, but I don't find her other material exactly Fergalicious .
It started harmlessly enough with the Music Station on in the background and then this song came on and this chorus keeps swirling around in my brain.
"I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry"
Ok I have blasted Utah Saints, Aphrodite's Child, INXS, New York Dolls, Be Good Tanyas, Arcade Fire, Marble Index, Roxy Music, and even Barry Manilow trying to get this song out of me 'ead!
You know what? Most of the time we complain, kvetch, or rant, about matters that will never darken our doorstep. Often times I imagine that most of you are shaking your heads at my preposterous notions that are so superficial or trivial that most of you would probably say,
"If I had your problems
I'd burn mine."
Yesterday while checking in on this lovely, talented, 250 year old painter from Kansas whose nom de blog is The Labrat , I was shocked to see the current state of affairs that engulfs her family and community. I would not be nearly as collected and stoic as she appears to be.
In lieu of whinging about something superficial like a song stuck in my head all weekend I would much rather encourage a few of you compassionate souls to click your heels together and fly off to Kansas because Dorothy was right, there is no place like home.