Glizzie’s Summer of LOVE, HEARTBREAK, and All the CRAZY SHIT in Between
z1048My Journey To The Sky - Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Marie Knight, Sam Price Trio
I’m not exactly religious, but a song like this reminds me why I could be. When it’s a tough day, night, week, whatever - in the end, none of this will matter. Right? I could just forget about the trivialities and focus on my journey to the sky. But I don’t.
Instead, I do what I always do.
I make another playlist
Danger - Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons
Thank you to Frankie V and the boys (Tommy DeVito, Nick Massi, Bob Gaudio).
Thank you for making me nostalgic for a life I never lived
Nao Identificado - Gal Costa
I heard this song and immediately thought, “Yup”. Straight to the playlist.
Then, someone in the GC sent me a screenshot of it playing on their Spotify with the caption, “Yup” with 6 U’s (“Yuuuuuup”), and the other person in the GC replied, “Yup” with 10 U’s (“Yuuuuuuuuuup”).
That meant something. I think that “GC” is actually short for Gal Costa.
The three of us are co-pilots aboard Gal’s objeto não identificado, hovering slowly across the night sky, broadcasting her love song to the inner city below.
“Should I just say fuck it and hit send?”
Somewhere beneath us, Nao Identificado reaches a young woman who is lonely, contemplating whether to “hit send” on a confessional text to the one person she’s long yearned to have laying beside her every night. An electric organ rudely interrupts her debilitation.
The electric organ, which produces her favorite sound right now, sends pulsing chords through the air like a tractor beam, luring her to the single window of her bedroom. Using all of her strength, she wang-jangles it just the right amount. It violently shoots open and she hurls her head out - this time, not to smoke weed.
Looking up, she sees the objeto não identificado and her face becomes completely lit up by its blazing, deep blue lights. Objeto não identificado’s lights were no longer the brightest in the sky. But to be completely honest, it became difficult to tell what was shining brighter: Was it her blue eyes that burned hotter and had more depth than the pussy-ass lights on the objeto não identificado? Or was it her perfect white teeth - all 32 of them (she had her wisdom teeth surgically removed by Dr. Goldie) - exposed in a foolish smile so wide that made it look like her mouth was falling out of her head?
After 3 minutes and 18 seconds of bliss, she feels a wave of clarity and obtains the answer she needed. Tossing her body back inside and avoiding the guillotine beheading of her window slamming shut (but also taking a quick detour of a moment to look back at the window and warn herself that she should be more careful next time she uses it, even though she literally always almost loses her neck to that thing, she’s just too high to realize it), she sprints toward her bed, does one of those Risky Business-slides in her socks, and jumps on top of her phone like it’s a person.
You see, she loves her phone, in a basically obsessed and somewhat fucked up (but cute?) way, because it allows her to talk to her crush. He doesn’t text her much, and he certainly doesn’t seem to respond to her texts much, but she always holds onto it regardless, or, at the very least, she keeps it nearby in a position that guarantees she’ll be able to see the slightest amount of screen lighting up when the phone gets any kind of notification… and lord help her, when that screen lights up, she reaches for the motherfucker embarrassingly fast. 99% of the time, it isn’t his name on her phone screen, so 99% of the time, she goes back to waiting. But tonight, the wait is over.
“Where was I? … Oh yeah, should I just say fuck it and hit send?”
Before Nao Identificado, she was torn.
Her nightly ritual, staring at the text to her crush that she’s had drafted up for weeks - no - months, was about to end like it always did. It would reveal everything. There it was, ready to go, chilling beneath the conversation she had with him last. Funnily enough, it was actually a pretty cute one, which added to her reasoning for not wanting to fire it off. She figured her nuclear bomb of a text would completely obliterate/disfigure the perfect look of one of her favorite text conversations with him; she cherished it more than anything she ever owned. On the other hand, even if she didn’t get the reply she wanted, it would serve as a catalyst to get him to talk to her again. It had been weeks - no - months, since they had last sparked a conversation.
She was going to double-tap the draft to highlight it, hit “cut”, swipe up from the very bottom of her phone so that the iMessage app was paused in the middle of the screen, do one last look at their conversation, smile, frown, swipe up again so that the iMessage app closed, open her clock app to make sure her alarms were set (they always were), switch on “do not disturb” mode, and end her evening with her phone by hooking it up to its charger and lying it face down right beside her pillow for bed.
Tonight was different: She had just heard Nao Identificado, broadcasted from the fucking sky of all places, courtesy of the Tent House Radio trio of course.
“Should I just say fuck it and hit send?” she asked herself one final time. Out loud, she answered her own question:
“Yup” with 17 U’s (“Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup”).
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The Trio was just about to send the objeto não identificado into hyperdrive when they were halted by a startling chime.
“What was that?” asked Commander Bear.
Commander Glizzie, afraid of getting in trouble, replied against his will:
“Sounded like my phone…”
Air Chief Marshal Czar rolled his eyes.
“Well, make this quick Glizzie. We don’t have all night.”
Glizzie reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He felt his heart race. He couldn’t believe it.
“She texted me?” he asked himself in disbelief.
He had been trying to reach her every night for months, but the cell reception on the objeto não identificado was really fucking awful. While his outgoing texts to her were frozen at around 90% delivered, he’d stare at the last conversation he had with her. It was one he learned to cherish, because he thought he’d never be able to talk to her again.
“Glizzie, let’s get out of here. Man City’s playing. You good homie?” asked Air Chief Marshal Czar in a half-concerned/half-annoyed tone.
Glizzie, who was now both figuratively and literally on top of the world, plunged his phone back into his pocket, saving the text to read for later, when he could really enjoy it.
“Yup” boasted Glizzie, with 25 U’s (“Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup”)
Jesus Almost Got Me - Anita Lane
“There is a keyhole in my can of beer
And there's an eye behind it
Sizing me up and sizing me down
And my hangover's becoming a thorny crown
And dawn is coming over me.Love is cruel
Love is truly absurd
Jesus almost got me
I don't know how many prayers he overheard.”Although it is sad, I love this song for its witty lyrics and beautiful vocal performance.
RIP Anita Lane, who passed away earlier this year
Carried Away - Television
Last line in the song is, “I just got carried away”.
After that, 2 minutes of instrumental. They let that shit ride out.
So yeah. They for sure got carried away.
BUT, those are my favorite 2 minutes of the song.
Maybe it’s a good thing to get carried away sometimes?
Dreams-Come-True-Girl - Cass McCombs, Karen Black
“You're not my dream girl.
You're not my reality girl.
You're my dreams-come-true-girl.”Now That Everything’s Been Said - The City
First line in the song is, “Oh, now that everything’s been said, now that everything’s been done”.
After that, 1 minute and 30 seconds of song. Then, boom. Out of nowhere. Time signature change.
So yeah. They for sure said everything they needed to say and did everything they needed to do.
BUT, those are my favorite 1 minute and 30 seconds of the song.
Maybe it’s a good thing to say what you need to say and do what you need to do sometimes?
Confiance - The Times
Having confidence, or confiance, is not the same thing as having swag, or fanfaronnade.
I know this, because the only way I’ve been able to gain confiance as an adult, is by having hit rock bottom, or fond rocheux.
People with fanfaronnade never hit fond rocheux
Can’t Seem To Make You Mine - The Seeds
Prompt: You have three wishes.
Rules: You may not wish for unlimited wishes.
My Wishes:
(1) To break all the rules
(2) Unlimited wishes
(3) To make you mine
Around The Town - Gino Washington
Geno Washington, not to be confused with George “Gino” Washington, met his wife at a London club called Bag O’Nails - per Wikipedia.
I guess it was the cool spot around (the) town, cause Geno wasn’t its only notable guest. Turns out, The Jimi Hendrix Experience played two gigs at the club. The January 11, 1967 one sounds like it was pretty lit. Geno was there watching, so was Paul McCartney, Ringo, Pete Townshend, Eric Clapton, and some guy (I’m just now learning about) named Georgie Fame.
I guess Georgie must’ve been a big deal, or maybe him and Paul just naturally hit it off at the Jimi show, cause Paul returned to the Bag O’Nails about 4 months later on May 15, 1967 for a Georgie Fame and The Blue Flames gig. This night, however, wasn’t about The Blue Flames. It was about Paul’s Flame.
At this Bag O’Nails show, Paul coincidentally met Linda Eastman, who would become Linda McCartney in 1969, and Lady McCartney in 1997.
Yes, you are reading this correctly. I spent all this time doing a Geno deep dive instead of Gino deep dive, and on accident, admittedly. But, I am a sucker for a good love story. Plus, the most interesting thing about Gino is that he hosted his own variety television show in Detroit during the 1970s - per Wikipedia.
Actually, that was the most interesting thing about him until now, I guess. Cause now, Gino is the one featured on a Glizzie playlist, not Geno.
Geno’s probably just hanging out at Bag O’Nails like he used to, which, of course wouldn’t be that bad. But, a Glizzie playlist is a modern-day Bag O’Nails gig.
One day you’ll be listening, and next thing you know, so is he or she.
The volume is turned up a bit too loud on their phone, and Around The Town is leaking out of their headphones.
You’ll ask shyly, “Hey, is that the new Glizzie? I swear I hear the new Glizzie leaking out of your headphones.”
They’ll respond, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you with my music. I didn’t know I had such a big leak. But yes, it is… You know Glizzie?”
“Of course, he’s my favorite DJ.”
In this specific case, the girl, now blushing, will ask, “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
Together, the two will state in unison: “Glizzie does” - the correct answer to the previous question; an answer that only a DJ Glizzie super-fan would know.
You found your Flame
Only You (And You Alone) - The Platters
You (only you) can change yourself
Feelin’ Sad - Ray Charles
“I'll tell the story just once again
The way I love you, darling it's a sin
You mended my heart, you broke once, baby
And now you broken my heart again.”Glizzie’s Summer of LOVE, HEARTBREAK, and All the CRAZY SHIT in Between.
When it comes to details, I have the right to remain silent.
All I know is, what goes around comes around, karma is real, and Tent House Radio really be hitting this Summer.
Go get those playlists.
Still some time left to give your CRAZY SHIT a good soundtrack
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