Why it's so very Spring-like and lovely outside, the world is full of song. Literally. One young woman (13-14ish) harassed serenaded the entire L train car with an upbeat Spanish pop tune from Lorimer to Sixth Avenue, where, serendipitously, she was making the same transfer as I. So I was forced able to listen to her soaring voice for yet another five or ten minutes. Lucky me!
After exiting the train and fully top-side I was joined on the sidewalk by a young man who had a very convincing Elvis groove working for him. Replete with gyrating hips and mimed vintage microphone. My whole walk to work! Right next to me! All five blocks! Yep! Just me and singing at full voice gyrating Elvis! No Elvis, thank YOU very much!
You'd think, now safe at my worky place behind walls and windows, that I'd be free from the insufferable howlings of addled freak-shows unable to enjoy the impromptu concerts supplied by my fellow, Spring loving Americans. But no such luck! Right outside my window there is a man working his way through the entire Motown cannon. A medley of sorts...one or two lines of whatever words he can remember in his drunken state a song, followed by a quick segue to the next. The Supremes should be able to sue this caterwauler would be proud!
Oh blessed Spring! So long awaited, and so brief. Thank fucking God.
here they celebrate the arrival of spring by getting really really drunk and howling in the streets in packs of boys who follow you home, and/ or by public displays of affection where "affection" = "everything you can do through a layer of filmy spring clothing and then some"... and i would still trade that wailing / peep show for the snow, the slush, the black ice, the snow, the slush, the black ice. grrr.
Posted by: anne at March 14, 2006 03:09 PM