Most of my music tastes in high school ran to hair metal bands, but Concrete Blonde was the one group I listened to that could be considered “college radio material.”* I have a lot of memories of Concrete Blonde, but for some reason, I associate this song with two girls whose names have been lost to time. They were a year older than me. Both of them were drama chicks, so I found them somewhat annoying in that hyper drama chick way. But they also seemed incredibly sophisticated, girls who drank coffee in coffee shops, who had read Gurtrude Stein and possibly understood her, who had figured out how to drink at parties without getting drunk. As seniors, they edited the high school’s literary magazine and probably went to colleges like Oberlin, or Brown. At least they seemed as if they did. One was somewhat tall and willowy, with long brown hair. Once she wore a dancer’s leotard to school with a long broomstick skirt. The leotard exposed her long, thin back almost to her waist and had me wondering if I could pull off such a style. The other one was a similar height, with curly hair and small eyes that seemed to be narrowed as if she was constantly processing the happenings around her. I think she must have sung this song at a talent show. I wonder what’s become of them both?
*College radio. It was a phrase used a lot when I was in high school, but I never hear it now. Why is that?
Hey! Orthodox Lent is just beginning! Just in time for my new idea for a Lint project:
Mashed Potatoes and Meditation!
Yes, that’s right. From now until Orthodox Easter (known as Greek Easter to my family) on May 5, I will meditate every day and also eat mashed potatoes every day.
Why?
I have a sneaking suspicion that my insomnia might be tied to a lack of meditation and I want to test that theory. Plus, meditation is good for me and I’ve fallen away from it. As for the mashed potatoes, my favorite local actor, Andy Lee-Hillstrom (U of Idaho graduate!) ended his bio for the play The Velvet Sky with the following: Andy’s a sucker for a good montage, the sound of fingernails being clipped grosses him out, and he could eat mashed potatoes every day of his life.
When I related to Matt that I too could eat mashed potatoes every day of my life, he didn’t believe me. So I’m eating them every day of Orthodox Lent.