Ladies and Gentlemuuuuuuun!!!!

This post is dedicated to BCSM, at whose bidding, I have condescended to updating my blog. 'Tis a new year and all, right?

First things first- shameful and/or funny moments in music:

1. BCSM brought this up to me in a recent email. On the wonderful extended mix of "Do I Do" Stevie gets a little too crazy when he announces Dizzie Gillespie as the guest artist. He does that grunty "I'm grunting so you'll know I really mean it" voice, but the thing he gets so worked up about is just an introduction. Granted, an important introduction, but are introductions grunt worthy? Love? Yes. Pain? Yes. Intros? Not so sure.

2. I know I've posted this before, but I love when Aretha telephonically chit-chats with her girlfriend about "who dropkicked who this week" in her '80s hit "Jump to it". Does Aretha hang out with Shaolin monks?

3. Ghostface Killah's Supreme Clientele has a track on it called "Child's Play" in which he reminisces about the puppy loves he had back in the days of Chick-O-Sticks and half-days at school. Near the end of the song, he's no longer rapping, just talking over the beat with "Nawmean?"s sprinkled generously throughout:

"Those were the days right there

Boston baked beans,

Girls come to school with mad candy

You'd just come in school for half days and all that

Just to see that girl right there...

go home and think about it,

Maybe hump the bed sometimes on her,

Nawmean?"

My love for Ghostface grows stronger each day.

4. Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam. Hmmmm. The PR side of me hates to admit this, but homegirl really couldn't sing back in the day. ButIstillloveher. "Can You Feel the Beat" is so hot. But this song ain't about that. Please just explain to me these lyrics from "All Cried Out":

"Don't you know my tears will burn the pillooooowwwww"

Lisa Lisa- if your tears are that powerful and acidic, you need some Visine, and stat.

5. Swingout Sister's yummy chorus: "MmmmmBreakout". Also she sings like she's deaf.

Okay, enough for funny moments in music with Poundpapi. In other news, I've gotten the latest CT scan results, and they are looking good. With almost a year between me and the end of treatment, I'm starting to feel less scared about actually making moves. If I could just figure out what those moves should be. I've been perusing many different options- jobs, interning, going back to school. I've yet to be convinced by any one route, and I'm realizing that this might be a fact of life for most people, and I've been living in a privileged, artsy-fartsy bubble for years. So I guess I'm kind of looking over the edge of a high jump into a pool of water, waiting to gather the cojones to take the plunge into a pool I know nothing about. It's fine though. I know that opportunities will present themselves when I commit to taking those first few steps...

On one Making Moves front, I went on a date last night for the first time in forever. I guess it's been since the spring before treatment. Crazy. While in NYC, BCSM thought that I needed to get out and about in the Booty Realm. My first reaction was that my life is too all-over-the-place right now to share it with another person, but then I got to thinking: there are fucked up people in fucked up circumstances all over the world dating and forming relationships. Why not me?

Well, it's always a bit of walking on the eggshells of priceless and near-extinct birds when meeting new people and having to explain what my life has been for the recent past, so the pressure doubles when this occurs in a possibly romantic context. For good or bad, in my case there's really no way around it, considering the wide swath cancer has cut through my life, so it takes a whole lot of faith that dumping so much information at someone's feet on a first date won't freak them out.

So I was pretty relieved when I sat down with Mister for a beer and found him easy to talk to and engaging. That's all the news for now.