The Obscure

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Wednesday, December 08, 2004

 
What is worth knowing? I ask everyone. Nobody knows.
I've been sitting in this one spot for fifteen years.

How is everyone today? Good, I hope? Maybe you are doing well, that would brighten my day. My days are strange, lately. I lead the most inactive life of anyone alive, ever.
I got a job today, I guess. I was talking to the boss at Veronica's Treats where I help out sometimes, and I told her that I'd be dropping out of day-school in January because I have to take night-school. She said, "Will you need work?" to which I replied, "Yeah, I need work study credit, at least 16 hours a week." and she said something to the effect of, "You could work here, because God loves you."
I'm going to skip school and work an eight hour shift tomorrow, because they have this really big order of cookies that they have to put out on Friday.
I'm the Veronica's Treats' cookie boy. That's so depressing and elating at the same time. At least it's easy work, y'know?

On Friday afternoon, my mom, dad and I are going to a car dealership to check out this 1990 Toyota Camry. It's like 6 bills or so, since I have got a job now my Parents have more confidence in forwarding me the money for the car, so I may end up having a car this weekend. That would be so cool. I'd be giving them all my money for like a month and a half, but... it IS a car, which I DO need.
Welcome to N'awlins!

I'm so excited about having a job.
Sexy.
Sexy Cookie Boy.

So that means... five months. Five months to total life shift, for me. Five months from now, everything that is easy to grasp, everything that is regular, patterned, known, planned, and loved about my life will be abruptly changed into something I have never yet experienced. Jeez.
And what have I done to prepare for it, you ask?
In answer to your question: Nothing.
I'm just the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.

He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down, because he couldn't jam
The Captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-toot a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot
He blows it eight to the bar - in boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar
Is playin' with 'im
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

He was the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle
He's as busy as a bzz bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump eight to the bar
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

Toot toot toot, toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada, toot toot
He blows it eight to the bar
He can't blow a note
If the bass and guitar isn't with 'im
A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
And wakes them up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays
When someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

Da-da, da-do-da-da
Da-da, da-do-da-da
Da-da, da-do-da-da
Da-da, da-do-da
A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

That is the most orgasmic song in the history of time. I'm being serious, here. I'm not saying it's the BEST song, not by far. What I am saying is, the build-up to it, the horns, the huge climax of it, the abrupt finish after all the climbing... jeez You are doing yourselves a disservice if you never hear it. The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B, by the Andrews Sisters. I know, it sounds stupid, but I swear to god when you are done with it you'll ask your stereo if it was good for her too.

Alright, I'm guess I'm done with this here post. Y'all have a good night!

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