poop beetle: Re: Lisa's Rockin' Roll Baby 5.2005 When we lived in Boston we had this musician friend. He was one of those "drop-by" friends who never cared what our house looked like (or what time it was). He was also a confirmed bachelor who always said he'd never have kids.
Except he loved kids. (Not that he'd ever identify himself that way- he plays in two bands, one an original songs/heavy on electric guitar solos and the other an AC/DC cover band.)
He's is a multi-decade, rockin' roll guy- funny, angry, inpatient, hyper, always on the go. He begins all political discussion with four-letter words.
Not the type you'd think would do well with children.
In addition, some of his song lyrics and his CD covers I always found a bit objectifying towards women.
I chose to believe it was an aesthetic choice rather than a belief system. I know he loves and respects his mom and his sisters.
Plus, he always dated smart women. In fact, he once dated a biophysicist. (Her name was Buffy, and of course she was hot.)
But, I don't know- whatever. I don't much care for long electric guitar solos, either. Do we choose our friends like wall paint off a color pallette? I don't think so. Especially not the good ones.
He'd helped my husband and I move into and out of at least three different apartments.
And he was/is a devoted uncle to his nephews and niece and was for several years a kind of surrogate uncle to my kids.
He'd drop by like 11 at night. He'd look in the frig. and chat and then look around and ask where Awais and Harry were.
I'd say "It's 11pm, they're in bed!"
And he'd say "aw, I wanted to see them".
And I'd say "they're asleep."
And he'd say, "Are you sure?" and then begin to wander down the hall.
And I'd say "Hey. What're you doing? Where are you going? . . . . . Hey! HEY! DO NOT WAKE UP THOSE BABIES!"
He'd call back, "oh, I'm not. I'm just going to the bathroom".
And a few minutes later he would come back with either Haaris or Awais in his arms. He'd say, "He was already awake, really".
Lisa's picture reminded me of him.
And he always reminded me of this Talking Head Song
Mommy had a little baby There he is fast asleep He's just a little plaything Why not wake him up? Cute, cute, little baby Little feet-feet, little toes Now he's comin' to me Crawl across the kitchen floor. Baby, baby, please let me hold him I wanna make him stay up all night Sister, sister, he's just a plaything We wanna make him stay up all night Yeah we do See him drink from a bottle. See him eat from a plate. Cute, cute as a button. Don't you wanna make him stay up late. And we're having fun with no money. Little smile on his face. Don't cha' love the little baby. Don't you want to make him stay up late. Chorus Here we go (all night long) Sister, sister (all night long) In the playpen...woo...(all night long) Little baby goes, ha! (all night long) I know you want to leave me... Why don't we pretend. There you go, little man. Cute, cute, why not? Late at night, wake him up. Chorus Here we go (all night long) Sister, sister...woo... (with the television on) Little baby goes...woo! (all night long) Hey, hey, baby! (all night long) And he looks so cute (all night long) In his little red suit (all night long)
