Ah yes, back to song lyrics, & a little brevity . . . don't worry if you don't recognize the song. And sorry if the last two blogs have been a little on the heavy side.
So anyway, about the blog title: It's from a song by the same title, by a great couple of guys who go (or went) by the handle Romanovsky & Phillips. I was first introduced to their particularly funny & fascinating slant on reality back in 1988, by my dear friend John Niec.
He, I, & a horde of our friends went to the Gay Day Parade in San Francisco that year, & John brought along a boom box with their tapes, & played their music through the entire thing. We had actually seen them in concert not too long before that, & we both knew all the lyrics by that point, so we entertained the crowds (on line waiting for the Port-O-Potty's, at one point) with our renditions of their great little tunes; the following lines always got applause:
"And I don't understand all those classified ads, filled with desires that I've never had:
Straight-looking marine seeks straight cop to please?
How straight do they look when they're down on their knees?"
Anyway, given that funds were limited for me at the time (isn't that always the excuse?) I made bootleg copies of the cassettes to take back to Europe with me, which was where I was living at the time; only came home briefly during the summers, for three years. I then shared them with my friends back in France, Italy, & Switzerland, & birthed a European following for the guys I described as "the gay Sonny & Cher show."
Flash forward a few years, after Michael & I got together, & I tried to interest him, but to no avail; he was more of a indie-punk type (an indie-punk attorney? You betcha, I can sure pick the oddballs, can't I?). Anyway, I kept my eyes & ears open, & every time they came back to the Bay Area, there I was to see them. At that point, we were self-supporting & doing pretty well, & so at one of the concerts, I broke down & bought all of their CD's (even though I knew Michael would kill me when I got home; no matter how well we were doing financially, he always fretted about money). I got on their mailing list too, so I would have advance warning when they were coming back, much to Michael's chagrin.
Well, then we moved into this house, & the local Post Office being their usual efficient selves, any further bulletins ceased. It wasn't until a few years ago that I thought to look them up on the 'net, & there they were, webpage & everything. No longer performing together regularly, apparently, & hadn't released anything more recent than those CD's I already had, but Ron (the cute one that I had a case for from the get-go) had done a couple of solo CD's, so I got those too. I then got on their email list, but didn't hear anything from them. So again, they fell by the wayside in my memory, resurfacing occasionally, like every time I went through the ever burgeoning CD collection, to wean out & sell to Amoeba the things that I/we hadn't listened to in at least a year. And then, today . . .
I got an email from Ron Romanovsky, announcing an upcoming performance!
Ohboyohboyohboyoh . . . sh*t! In NEW MEXICO! Well that just bites! I barely have the money to go to the grocery store, let alone New Mexico! But hey, it was great to hear from him/them, so I shot back a response, asking when they might be back locally. And he answered back, almost immediately! So I answered back to THAT email, getting a little gushy (did I mention that even at my advanced age, I'm still just a TINY bit star struck over my idols? I didn't?!?!? Well, now you know). And told him to check out this blog for a plug.
And I think I scared him off.
I do hope not. And if you do read this, Ron, don't worry, I'm not the stalker type. If we ever encountered each other face to face, I would probably turn &, while not run, at least move briskly in the other direction.
And then blow you a kiss when your back is turned.
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