shalanna

A. E. Stallings, "Triolet on a Line Apocryphally Attributed to Martin Luther"

Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,
The booze and the neon and Saturday night,
The swaying in darkness, the lovers like spoons?
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes?
Does he hum them to while away sad afternoons
And the long, lonesome Sundays? Or sing them for spite?
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,
The booze and the neon and Saturday night?
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The DEVIL made me buy this dress.

I was holding it up in the store and the DEVIL came up behind me and said, "That would look good on you," and *I* said, "Get thee BEHIND me, Satan," and then I realized, blushing . . . so I tried it on--and the DEVIL made me buy it!
Even though it's GREEN.
--apologies to Flip Wilson's "Geraldine"
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Speaking of songs heard serendipitously on the radio (though I wasn't), I just discovered that Dallas DJ John Summers is back on in the evenings. He used to be on the famed Zoo (KZEW) or Q102 (KTXQ) in their glory days, didn't he? Well, he's now on K-LUV (ugh, what call letter agony) playing the music of my life. I braved my mom's snide remarks and made her listen to his program as we made her Lotto ticket run last night. "Your Mama Don't Dance (And Your Daddy Don't Rock and Roll)" came on.

Mama yelped, "I know who that is!" She grinned. "The Judds!"

I would've *facepalm*ed, but I was driving. "Loggins and Messina," I explained.

"Well, they sound JUST LIKE The Judds!"

*headdesk* Okay, she's old. But STILL! (I cannot abide those Judds. Bleah.)

My junior high/high school boyfriend Tim used to quote that bit about "Out of the car, longhair--Louise, you're comin' with me" whenever we pulled into a nice quiet place to stargaze. Not to make out or whatever. No, seriously--we were nerds, as you might've guessed. We were in the Science Club, natch. Yes, we had a rinky-dink little telescope. One I had made using lenses from a kit out of the old Eugene Science catalog. (Eugene?? That doesn't sound right. . . .) Edmund! Edmund Scientific catalog. Boy, now I know I need to go on to sleep.
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"I can't understand why a person will take a year or two to write a novel when he can easily buy one for a few dollars."
-- Fred Allen
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He's got a point.