The holidays give Bibi time to reflect about important life matters.
From last year, Bibi thinking profoundly again.
My relatively recent introduction to Butch Walker and consequent fabulously hard fall for his music almost instantly became a source of wonder for friends and acquaintances. (Guess I
was a bit intense about it. Not like now--lol.) I've gone out of my way to give reasons why--think I've done a more than adequate job with that. However, just the other day, I thought: whoa, feel kind of casual about Butch Walker right now; like the initial rush I experienced in listening to his music, reading his book, watching videos of his live performances, et al, has leveled off. Felt relaxed, almost indifferent to checking out his recent tweets. hmmm, not a bad feeling, everything was just okay. Even thought about changing the Butch Walker cd in the car to, I don't know, something else. I had been thinking about Tom Petty cds, ie, don't have any, so maybe would go buy some. Got in the car and
Hot Girls in Good Moods came on....BAM!!! That raw, growly guitar intro, party adrenalin charged, and WO-HO that breathy, slithery, too-cool-for-you
voice:
I got a girl that lives at the mall / She dances on the dark side of the disco ball / Drives a silver Mercedes / Made in the 80s / Swears and stares at the buckhead ladies....
As if I'd just heard the song for the first time (suddenly stinks of Foreigner here, I know), there was this overwhelming wave of OMG and, please, more. . . more. . . more. . . BUTCH WALKER!
And that's how I got past that feeling of being over Butch and then completely swooned back into being so enthralled by him in about 10 minutes one day. That's
really intense.
Hey, Butch: give me everything you got....
please!
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