--- In [email protected], TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > --- In [email protected], "curtisdeltablues" > <curtisdeltablues@> wrote: > > > > I wasn't thinking. My apologies to all of those > > whose daily cheap thrill comes from FFL. :-) > > > > And what is so bad about a cheap thrill? > > Well, Frank Zappa wrote about Cheap Thrills, > and now he's dead. Be warned. > > From that incredibly *happy* album "Ruben > and the Jets" -- > > Cheap thrills in the back of my car > Cheap thrills, how fine they are > Cheap thrills up and down my spine > I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now > > Cheap thrills all over the seat > Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat > Cheap thrills up and down my spine > I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now...
Ah, memories... :-) Hearing that song in my mind reminds me of my last days in the TM movement, living at the National Center in Pacific Palisades. I'd wake up and realize that ahead of me was another long day of TM movement crap and interacting with people who (at least in that era) had lost the ability to smile and be funny. So to prepare myself for the day I'd put on "Ruben and the Jets" or Warren Zevon's "Werewolves Of London" and dance around the room for a few minutes. It never failed to inspire me and put a smile on my face, one that in most cases would last through the stuff I was being asked to do, like fire some girl because she had invited her boyfriend to stay over in her room, and her neighbors on either side had reported hearing the unauthorized sounds of...ick...SEX coming through the walls. After all these years, the memories of what a once-inspired spiritual movement had degenerated into make me shake my head and wonder. But the music still makes me smile. I think I'll put some on right now and dance around the room... I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's And his hair was perfect Ah oooooo....werewolves of London
