It could of been because I'm getting myself all worked up for the
dance off fight I'm going to be picking this weekend but here's a true event that happened this morning:
I was cruising north on route 100 - coming home from the West Chester's Growers Market and had the windows down - stereo a blarin'.
Playing on the radio was the
Blood Sweat and Tears song
You've Made Me So Very Happy. I'm singing the following line with unbridled pride at the top of my lungs: "
You make me shhoo very happy, you make me shhooo - shho very happy baby - I'm shho glad you ........came into my-hi-hi life. "
(my heads a shakin' all cockily there on the last line for effect).As I sang the last line, I noticed there were about 100 people at a cemetary standing around a casket about 50 feet from me. The priest is saying his final words. A few people looked over. I couldn't tell if their eyes were filled with tears or brows lowered with anger. All I know, while people were reflecting on the life of a loved one, some dope was singing this song. That dope would be me.
Note to self/Add these thing to my to do list:
- Make sure when I'm buried, my plot is really far away from the road.
- Sing this song for some friends and ask them, on a scale of 1 - 10, how close they think I sound to David Clayton-Thomas (the lead singer). Personally, I'd give my self an eight, but with a bit of practice, I honestly think I could get up to a nine.
