2. Bang a Gong--
Let there be music! You’ve heard it before, music soothes the savage
beast, think what it could do for someone with little bows on their panties. Nevermind
that many of your recording artists were tortured souls, who mostly ended up O.D.ing on
heroin or drinking themselves to oblivion -- those who can’t do teach, remember? So, put
on some tunes, cd, record, zuziphone, whatever, and we’re not talking Mariah Carey here.
You need to find yourself some good blues music. Forget sappy love songs, and
certainly nothing by Elton John; he won’t pack the punch of say, Billie, Bessie or Coco
Taylor (Insane Asylum, written by Willie Dixon, might just do the trick). You need
something with soul, because it’s your soul that needs a little salving, lest we forget the
time you found a slip of paper with the name "Corky" on it and a phone number in the
glove compartment of his car, while you were digging out a roadmap, trying to find the
route to his parents house.
You need songs with titles like "Baby I Can’t Use You No More," and
"Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child." Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy and John Lee Hooker
work good. These are guys who knows the blues, proving that women can be jerks as
well; but we won’t get into that . After all, we’re not currently to blame for our mangled
mitrovalves. If you’re into Alternative/Pop, Liz Phair, Ani DeFranco and Alanis
Morissette will do (judging by the success of "Jagged Little Pill," there’s lots of you who
already get the benefits of a passive aggressive music-fest)
If you absolutely insist on shunning the somber tunes for something more
energetic,
you might want to try slippin’ on some Aretha, preferably while practicing
