When I was young, I didn’t understand the whole concept of a cover tune. I had issues, what can I say? And so I was convinced for a while that I was psychic because a song would come on the radio and I would, although I’d never heard it before, know all the words. It might have been nice of my parents to disabuse me of that notion, but I can see the humor in having a second-grader running around the house thinking that she’s psychic and so I try not to hold it against them.
Anyway, I dig a good cover tune and so at the moment am digging on kd lang’s version of “The Air that I Breathe.” I’m shocked to learn that the original was by The Hollies, as I would have guessed (turn away now, Ginger) it was a Bee Gees song. I guess it’s the harmonies at the chorus.
I love kd lang’s voice, so smooth and strong and no matter what she asks of it, it seems to be able to do it.
I’m a ball of nerves, I have to admit. It doesn’t have anything to do with this post, just that this post is not doing a good job of distracting me. The family descends again on Friday. Then next week is my cousin’s wedding and we still don’t have a plan for the dog. And I don’t know why, but this is really starting to piss me off. I want to bring the dog. I want to stay someplace that will let me bring the dog. Everyone else in the family gets concessions made for them because they have husbands with weird issues or children with weird issues or whatever. I want to have a weird issue–like, my dog must come with me if the Professor is unavailable to monitor her well-being–and have people acquiesce to me every once in a god damn while.
And then I go to Boston for the play, which will be fine, but I feel like I can’t even look forward to it because I have to take care of all of the logistics of all the shit that comes before it.
Edited to Add: Residence Inn, if you’re not lying, I will kiss you on the mouth. Pets welcome and a Marriott discount. It’s going to be awfully hard to continue to be grouchy if I can take Mrs. Wigglebottom to Michigan.