"I'm really very fond"
I'm really very fond of you,
he said.
I don't like fond.
It sounds like something
you would tell a dog.
Give me love,
or nothing.
Throw your fond in a pond,
I said.
But what I felt for him
was also warm, frisky,
moist-mouthed,
eager,
and could swim away.
if forced to do so.
- Alice Walker
24 February 2008
Possible ultimate pick-up line
Thought of this one the other day: "I feel like kissing the wrong man tonight. Could you be him?"
Karaoke at Burt's or Why I Sing on Sunday
The reason I love Burt's Tiki Lounge (http://www.myspace.com/burtstikilounge or just head to 726 South State Street S.L.C. UT) is that it's a grungy punk dive still, but most of the patrons, depending on the band of course, are like us, older but still fun, the average age on any given night is probably in their mid-30s, and I'm not the oldest person there at 41 most nights. As one dear friend said when we caught bands a few weeks ago, "I love this place because all of the pretense washes away at the door."
On Sunday for karaoke there are a few people with wonderful voices who are there most weeks and they are the ones leading the applause for people who give it their best shot. I don't sing well, I have about a 5 note range most days and do well with songs by weak tenors.
It also digresses (or perhaps progresses) to sing-along on a regular basis, which I adore. I think that communal singing is important and makes us better people, whether it's "Dirty Old Town" in a dive, "Take me out to the ball game" or a congregation singing a hymn.
On first glance, the scariest looking guy in the bar is a tattoo artist who is one of the biggest sweethearts I've ever met. There's a woman working on her PhD in I believe developmental psychology or something like that. One of the bartenders, who is usually a Sunday patron, is studying elementary ed, his volunteer work in a 2nd grade class is breaking his heart "7-year-olds shoudn't be that sad." One of the most talented visual artists I've ever met shows up at least once a month - though he won't sing. My friend's roommate whom she describes as "like having a 13-year-old daughter again, but a girly one this time," gets up there and sings songs like "Man After Midnight" badly and even the straight guys sing along.
It's good community.
You need to be in Salt Lake City on a Sunday night and come to Burt's.
On Sunday for karaoke there are a few people with wonderful voices who are there most weeks and they are the ones leading the applause for people who give it their best shot. I don't sing well, I have about a 5 note range most days and do well with songs by weak tenors.
It also digresses (or perhaps progresses) to sing-along on a regular basis, which I adore. I think that communal singing is important and makes us better people, whether it's "Dirty Old Town" in a dive, "Take me out to the ball game" or a congregation singing a hymn.
On first glance, the scariest looking guy in the bar is a tattoo artist who is one of the biggest sweethearts I've ever met. There's a woman working on her PhD in I believe developmental psychology or something like that. One of the bartenders, who is usually a Sunday patron, is studying elementary ed, his volunteer work in a 2nd grade class is breaking his heart "7-year-olds shoudn't be that sad." One of the most talented visual artists I've ever met shows up at least once a month - though he won't sing. My friend's roommate whom she describes as "like having a 13-year-old daughter again, but a girly one this time," gets up there and sings songs like "Man After Midnight" badly and even the straight guys sing along.
It's good community.
You need to be in Salt Lake City on a Sunday night and come to Burt's.
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