My inner-ghoul wanted me to write a dark humor piece about this thing I saw on aol news, but my new-found maturity stopped me because it coincided with something really unfortunate in the headlines. Nowadays, I’m sensitive to things like that. Ah well — file it away for later.
So, supposing there was mischief waiting to burst out of me, I conjured this bit of nostalgia – I guess also, I’m needing a reason to blabber on my blog…
…I was a young lass living in a brownstone on 147th Street off Riverside Drive, across the hall from a young man who hit on me from time to time – this guy and the one in the building across the street who called one day with a great level of astonishment in his voice — “You’re sitting in your rocking chair – you’re naked!” He accused. He could see me through the blinds slats.
Well, anyway, the guy across the hall would try tickling my fancy talking Chinese really loud on the phone – he was black, so he thought it was exotic — some kind of an aphrodisiac. We were in our lower twenties. One day on a full moon he chased me through the hall and we ran back and forth between our apartments – I was wearing clothes, by the way. I’d been hammering a nail, so when he picked me up and spun me around, the hammer flew out of my hand and hit the floor – we laughed and laughed and laughed then he chased me into my bathroom where I fell into the tub. It turned still then. He sat on the side of the tub and ran his index finger across my foot, staring me seriously in the eye. But, oh no. Though the vibe had shifted, I was able to break that mood. He’d never seen me naked and wasn’t going to. You don’t shit where you eat, mon cheri.
Oh but good times prevailed – this guy was a Leo who loved to laugh, heartily. One day I heard him through the walls while some song played on his radio. He burst through, knocked on my door – excited – “Turn on the radio!” It was some student station at the end of the dial — maybe NYU. He was nearly crying — out of breath. We listened – then I became hysterical. It was Tom Jones’ “What’s New Pussycat?” with all the “cats” taken out of it — so mostly everything ended with the word — well, you know. Oh, so you’ve heard this rendition? Well, for those who haven’t — I couldn’t find it on youtube — but here – it’s the regular one. Use your imagination:
Awwwwww, great bit of Sandee memoir here. I always thought that the way Tom Jones belted that song was wildly lascivious even with all the cats in place on the soundtrack.
I know right?! Good times! Hahaha! I looked at an old tape with him singing it with an audience of women — they were beside themselves! Yes indeed it was lascivious the way it was. I used to sing it drunk karaoke all the time with this black Persian lamb boa I had.
If this post was a short film, it would have been shot in black and white.
Aw! I love that idea, hmmm… Let’s see, I need to start thinking about who to get to play a young me — hahahaha!
The young you? You’re hot now, Sandee. No need for a stand-in! 😉 xoxoM
Aw thanks Margarita!
Now I’m going to have this blasted song in my head all day but I’ll be chuckling too. Thanks for that. Let’s hope I don’t absentmindedly start singing your version!
It’s funny how that works — sorry! Hahahha! It’ll probably be in my head too!
I love this song!
It is a classic all right!
Hey Sandee! This reads like a foreign film. I love foreign films. Even though I can’t watch most of them anymore… I miss you when you’re gone. 🙂
Aw thanks Shauna! Thanks for the kind words too! Hope you’re having a good week — it has been hotter than the summer as a whole these last few days — weird — but still it’s all good.
I love the weather. Soon we’ll be wrapped up, the only thing showing will be our eyes.
That is true! I’d better appreciate, huh?
No, not at all. 🙂 A lot of people feel the way you do. I just really like summer. I think I’m going to move somewhere warm soon. 😉
I used to like summer, but then middle age hit and menopausal heat flashes win out!
It’s difficult not to listen to that song and snicker. So now you’ve got me doing just that this morning. 🙂
That song begs to be parodied I think — hahaha!
You were sitting in your rocker nekkid? Why oh Why was I in Kansas? This just happens to be the ring tone on my phone (nice, I know)
Wow Sandee, it kinda reads slightly tense with all the sexual/slight repulsion tension and is very sexy and funny too. When you decide to write you really tap a natural root and flow I admire. Cool how you also connect music to past and what it conjures…
I unapologetically love Tom Jones… and ya know, no matter how many ladies toss their undies at him he’s still happily married. 🙂
Thanks Katherine — I appreciate that!
Yay — I love Tom Jones too! I have to read about his marriage — didn’t know much at all about that — it’s something when these sex symbols remain loyal spouses.
Howdy Sandee, yeah, I really don’t know much about his personal life but I saw a mini documentary where it said he’d been with the same woman happily his entire career… which stood out to me, too. There was that terrible (in my opinion) movie Attack from Mars (I think was the title) where at the end Tom Jones sings and all the animals come around him like he’s saint francis… which I think kinda sums his lovability. 🙂
Anyhow, good post! and I did have the song stuck in my head for the rest of the day…
You’re a foreign movie. I read that above! Yeah, this scene anyway, and I mean in that in the best way. There is something exotic about the whole thing. Ending up in the tub is what clenched it. What a fun memory!
I might just have to film this one Amy — my brother’s my filmmaker — I’ll keep y’all posted!
Your brother is a filmmaker? Perfect!
Haven’t heard this little belter for a few years – cheers Sandee
Thanks Ginger! — It’s a golden oldies favorite for me.