A good cup of coffee is stimulating and can kick me into gear in the morning. Discussions on Pilgrim Century Theology have the opposite effect, though.
Wait! You think I am kidding about the latter? I assure you, I am not. What was her name…Dulce, Dulcet? I’ve repressed it! Yup. Talk about a way of sucking the energy out of a slow seduction on a Saturday night. You’d be sitting there holding hands and planning the next move, then she’d take a sharp right-hand departure on the topic of conversation to drone on about her favorite topic. You’d of thunk that Cotton Mather was a punk band idol the way she’d go on.
Her answer to the question of universal literacy was encompassed by familiarity with John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress. I mean, you’ve heard of the Pilgrim Fathers? Huh. They’d have had to have real determination to soldier on past that drivel.
Well, needless to say, a couple of weeks of that drained all the energy out of the relationship. She didn’t understand why I wanted to end the relationship – said things were just getting interesting. Really?
After Dulcet I took a break from romance for a few months to let my Mojo recalibrate, recharge the chakras, and generally comtemplate the dynamic balance of the universe. You know I cogitated my veritabilities!
After all, with Dulcet it was like Tom Waits said, “it was a hubba hubba and ding dang ding. I said, “Baby, you got everything.” A week later, it was a hubba hubba and ding ding dong, baby, it sure didn’t last too long.”
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Unlike Dulcet (I bet) I love Tom Waits!! Put him on my 12 favorite albums list thinking perhaps few others would. Would you?
I did not think fo that the other day when it was a prompt, but you are right.
Just requested Alexa play “Martha.” Listening to it now. One of my favorite Waits songs. Many memories.
He has done many interesting pieces.
Obviously I love that song. But I’d probably love it anyway.
Funny. I was writing a cool parody on “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” called “Dinners in the Pans of the Hungry Cod” — truly I was. I thought it was hilarious. I don’t like those guys at all, not one bit, got no use for them. The Swiss variety of those fuckers persecuted my people as did the British version. Nope.
I’d love to see “Dinners in the Pans of the Hungry Cod,” it sounds like it might be nifty.
It’s long gone. That was — Wow — 1975
Cotton Mather as a punk band
Hey, dig it… the big hats, the sheer attitude..someone is going to use it. Believe!