Shine a Light
I don’t know why, exactly, but I AM HAVING THE BEST DAY. From the moment I woke up, my brain was awash with the good stuff. Serotonin, is it? All’s I know is I like it.
Maybe it started last night at Youpers, when Lefty and I sat elbow-to-elbow in stripey sweaters–unplanned, swear!–and I managed to ingest the exact right amount of Maker’s Mark. And a whole lot of Combos, or Combinations, as Glen the barkeep charmingly dubbed them. Heh.
The upshot was, I had my first good night’s sleep in days. I got up twice for water and Emer’gen-C (so good whilst standing unrobed in the dark kitchen at four in the morning!), and I rolled out of bed feeling like a hero.
I have a new acupuncturist. His name is Dr. Chen. He’s no Dr. Ken. [Note to Left Hook: I can’t remember if we’ve discussed how Dr. Ken is sort of, um, weirdly sexy? To me? Am I insane? I’d like it if you’d weigh in on this matter.] Dr. Ken’s got the whole package–knows what he’s doing, plus he has a really sweet, calming presence. I LOVE HIM. But I’m going through SloKo now, so Dr. Chen it is. He is a total Chatty Cathy, which is not my favorite thing, but he does seem to know his needles. Because dude did something to me that turned an ordinary sunny mood into WAVES OF RAPTURE.
For some reason it took forever to get home (6 to the E to the G cause I didn’t feel like walking), so I grinned my way through all of Home For Orphans. It might’ve actually been the grimace-grin you get from runner’s high. I felt amazing. Then, when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I put on Exile on Main Street.
So I’m sitting on a parked G train at Courthouse Square and across from me is this little Hasidic boy, and wow, did he ever oak. It was uncanny. I mean, I’ve had that with babies before. Babies love me! Especially when I’m wearing my enormous sunglasses. And occasionally little girls. But an eight-year-old Hasidic boy? Something about insane-happy Pistol in her enormous fur hat bobbing her head to “Rocks Off” just fascinated the child. I smiled upon him benevolently, and he was embarrassed.
Then I went grocery shopping at the Garden, and I selected the very best pineapple in the land to “Sweet Virginia.” On the way home, the street was full of sunshine, my bags were heavy (but sort of pleasantly?), and “Sweet Black Angel” was playing. Then as I rounded my block, “Loving Cup.”
Lord.
Here’s what I was thinking: if life after death could exist and I could pick what kind I got, I would choose to BE Exile on Main Street. Oh, why is that not possible?
I guess one never knows.
For the time being, we have life on earth. And, in order to save this post from complete narcissism (yeah right!), I offer you the recipe for my day.
Maybe it’ll work for you too.
9 Responses to “Shine a Light”
1 "rory" 9 March 2007 @ 7:00 pm
I had three emer’gec-Cs last night, and all i got was this lousy t-shirt.
2 Left Hook 9 March 2007 @ 7:30 pm
you know my myspace “who I’d like to meet” is a quote from Loving Cup, right? And that I quoted Loving Cup in one of my San Francisco postcards, right? THIS SYNCHRONICITY IS WHY I AM IN PERMANENT WATERLOO SUNSET, PISTOL!
3 Left Hook 9 March 2007 @ 7:34 pm
re: Dr. Ken.
Yes, I felt that too. But not so much when he forgot the needle in my leg. And it wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world, that time he made a huge painful bruise on the sole of my foot so I limped for 3 days. But by the 4th day, it was pure heaven.
4 Pistol Whip 9 March 2007 @ 7:36 pm
yes, i do know, and yes, i do know, and YES IT’S CRAZY WUNNERFUL AND SUBLIMELY ORDAINED AND YES YES YES YES YES.
are you still my eye-twitch twin? cause mine’s still going.
Loving Cup’s my fave Stones song!!! I want to eat it. Or, you know with it.
5 Pistol Whip 9 March 2007 @ 7:38 pm
Jump its bones?
Yeah, that.
6 Left Hook 9 March 2007 @ 7:55 pm
My twitch is gone! Thank God.
Loving Cup is one of my plane-crash songs, along w/ Waterloo and something by Big Star, probably Thirteen. It also overlaps with my funeral songs. (Lightning Strikes–Lou Christie, something by the Oblivians, maybe Shut My Mouth, and My Place, by the Brainbombs, cause I like to picture people having to stand through 4:11 of lyrics like, “Suck my cock, lick it.”) My funeral will be awesome.
7 Left Hook 9 March 2007 @ 7:59 pm
“Loving Cup” might be just the right thing to complete my wrist. Will you come with, when I’m fungible someday?
8 Pistol Whip 9 March 2007 @ 8:59 pm
Oh I wanna complete MY wrist too!
9 Pistol Whip 9 March 2007 @ 9:08 pm
I know, this is getting ridiculous. Just wanna say: my Big Star funeral pick is definitely “Try Again.” Or maybe that’s my suicide song? As in, it just may be capable of killing me. ???
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