what’s wrong with me?
i’ve got this strange and bizarre love for old soul ballads.
i went to tower records today and bought $200 worth of old soul cd’sjust to listen to ballads. i think i need to join some sort of 12 step program designed to wean people off of old romantic soul songs.
i listen to these records and i have visions of slow dancing in an almost empty bar somewhere in philadelphia in 1972 with red banquettes and drug dealers using the phone and people drinking cheap, cheap liquour out of fancy glasses and big lime green cadillacs parked outside. sigh….
i’m listening to this one cd right now that is nothing but obscure soul love songs from the early 70’s. strings and organs and really quiet drums, how nice.
a few years ago some friends and i had these slow dance/make out parties on monday nights and they were so much fun. people would line up around the block just to come in and slow dance to end of the prom style songs. ‘angie’, ‘if you don’t know me by now’, ‘first time ever i saw your face’, ‘purple rain’, i only have eyes for you’, etc. i niss those slow dance parties. sigh, again.
there are certain things that i never expect anyone else to understand, one is my undying love for los angeles, and another is my obsessive love for old romantic soul ballads.
and i read something today that made me laugh out loud, something about pouring bearnaise sauce on ‘satan’. ha ha ha. i laughed again. the actual quote was about pouring bearnaise sauce on ‘seitan’ which is a japanese vegan food made out of wheat. same pronunciation, profoundly different implications.
ok, back to the old romantic soul records. they’re so good.
-moby