12-12-09

Yesterday’s extra session gave us an opportunity to talk about the past and how the christmastime means good friends, lots of crèches & tinsel, and fine wine on a swept off balcony.  ”Remember,” I said to Glen, “that first day when success arrived?  The world was our oyster.”

“Our oyster was eaten,” he replied.  And it’s true.  Success is still here, but it’s no longer sweet.  Far from it.  It’s a sour, used napkin that the Ass of Bass won’t throw away.  It’s no longer the forehead kiss that we wish to wake up to.  But we will continue to churn out the notes until our last night in Bangkok.  We will lick on that moldy napkin until the coloring gets on our communal tongue.  We make darn sure that this dripping wet napkin is never far from our craggly, skin-cracked fingers.

For your sake though…..  Back when the locals discovered we were about to hit the big time, a song was written to commemorate the justice of it all.  It was a big Thai chart-topper.  We spit on it now.  Andy Hurt says, “They can cram it like a ham sammit!”  Listen to it:

http://blogfiles.wfmu.org/BU/Gene_Marshall_-_8_-_Im_On_My_Way_to_Success.mp3

The song just makes me gag all day long.  God bless you and your loved ones on this most sacred of holidays.  (I could care less though.  God bless you.    —-KEDDIZ********)