The day's errands are done, the larder is stocked (as is the fridge), and Happy Hour is upon us. And it's yet another indoor Happy Hour, but that's OK as Good Times are comin'... the forecast is for 63 degrees this Friday.
We're listening to the digitally re-mastered "Exile On Main Street," (my fourth copy of "Exile," two on vinyl, two on CD) which has made its way from the car into El Casa Móvil De Pennington. Truly GREAT albums... and "Exile" is one such... tend to LIVE in The Green Hornet. But we brought the disk into the house today for Happy Hour. Mostly for this tune:
Who's that woman on your arm, all dressed up to do you harm
And I'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two.
Bit off more than I can chew and I knew what it was leading to,
Some things, well, I can't refuse,
One of them, one of them's the bedroom blues.
She delivered right on time, I can't resist a corny line,
But take the shine right off you shoes,
Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues.
There are lyrics, Gentle Reader, and then there are LYRICS. I don't believe I've ever heard a better song about love gone missing than this one. And then there's that plaintive horn section in the middle of the tune that evokes heartache like no other horn chart I've EVAH heard.
YMMV, of course. But "Let It Loose" has done it for me, for years and years and years. Even in Former Happy Days.