Buffalo Gal

Can't sing.
Can't dance.
I play with words. Sometimes well.
Sometimes like I sing and dance.
For most Monday nights over the past year, I'm one of the first to arrive at Mary's jam session -- a room filled with music and musicians.
My primary contributions are to bring wine, sometimes food and resist the urge to sing... no matter if I'm the only one to know the next lyric.
I like these people very much. They have been very good to me. It's the least I can do.
Especially if I want to come back.
Yesterday I was alone driving a quiet nighttime street with the windows tightly sealed.
A deep bluesy Bonnie Raitt song came on the radio and I gave it my all. Somewhere around the second verse I started reconsidering my self-exile, Bonnie and I were in the groove.
Right behind it came a Jackson Browne. "Hold On, Hold Out" was the song the one who got away in college dedicated to me. I thought he would have been pleased to hear the emotion JB and I were pouring into our tune.
Queen Aretha followed and I was there. We were both spelling it out at full volume now. I was pounding on the steering wheel at a stoplight when I noticed two college students sitting in the car next to me, watching in horror.
One of the back windows was open.
And I am and should be an excellent listener.

Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2005-11-12 10:38 AM Songbird? Can't sing. Can't dance. I play with words. Sometimes well. Sometimes like I sing and dance. For most Monday nights over the past year, I'm one of the first to arrive at Mary's jam session -- a room filled with music and musicians. My primary contributions are to bring wine, sometimes food and resist the urge to sing... no matter if I'm the only one to know the next lyric. I like these people very much. They have been very good to me. It's the least I can do. Especially if I want to come back. Yesterday I was alone driving a quiet nighttime street with the windows tightly sealed. A deep bluesy Bonnie Raitt song came on the radio and I gave it my all. Somewhere around the second verse I started reconsidering my self-exile, Bonnie and I were in the groove. Right behind it came a Jackson Browne. "Hold On, Hold Out" was the song the one who got away in college dedicated to me. I thought he would have been pleased to hear the emotion JB and I were pouring into our tune. Queen Aretha followed and I was there. We were both spelling it out at full volume now. I was pounding on the steering wheel at a stoplight when I noticed two college students sitting in the car next to me, watching in horror. One of the back windows was open. And I am and should be an excellent listener. Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top