I just accidentally discovered that I can do a MEAN Louis Armstrong impression. It was in the midst of making fun of The Lovin' Spoonful's "What a Day For a Daydream," which I am forced to hear at work an average of five times a day, causing a progression from "Tolerable song that I wouldn't choose to listen to" to "Supremely Irritating Travesty." I particularly take issue with the second verse, where the singer coos, "What a day for a daydream/custom made for a daydreaming boy," which, holy christ, is either the HOKIEST thing that I ever did hear, OR a sign that this guy is The World's Biggest Narcissist. I prefer the latter; obviously this bozo thinks he can just waltz into a day store and special-order a day custom-fitted to his daydreaming personality, anyone else who might have work to do be damned! And the guy at the day store probably even tells him, "Well, we don't have all the parts in stock for that, so it'll be about 4-6 weeks." And Mr. Lovin' Spoonful probably hands him an extra grand to put a "rush" on it, and leaves the store whistling. WHAT A DICK.
And was this song really a hit in the late 60s? Where the worst thing you could be was a SQUARE? I mean, I bet "What a Day for a Daydream" was the first song after intermission of a Lovin' Spoonful concert; like, they ended their first set with "Summer in the City," and everyone goes wild, the curtain goes down, and then... a little bit later, it comes back up and The Lovin' Spoonful is dressed in red and white-striped suits and straw hats, and the singer is twirling a cane around as he sings. [There's probably an old guy with a banjo on his knee, and a couple unicycle-riders, too, for good measure] And the crowd, man, would they ever boo the living shit out of this spectacle, except that they all dropped acid during intermission, and now the cane twirling is making fascinating and beautiful trails.* OR, everyone thinks the song is hopelessly lame, BUT (and here's where Louis Armstrong comes in), due to the singer's gravelly-voice affectation, they all suspect that this may be an obscure Louis Armstrong cover, and boy should they ever not let on that they don't know this! Like, it was probably right after Louis Armstrong's Hot Fives, but just before his Hot Sevens--obviously The Lost Hot Six or something, right? Anyway, three cheers for The Lovin' Spoonful and their adept old-timey cover!
Oh, and the Louis Armstrong impression? You can totally do it too--it's not just the gravelly voice. I mean, it's MOSTLY the gravelly voice, but if you can manage to also make it sound unmistakably like you're smiling, as you're doing the gravelly voice, then BOOM. Plus, vibrato.
ANYWAY. So check this out: I am now totally living in Ballard [which is a "neighborhood" in Seattle] with Melissa, which has been nothing but awesome. Housewarming will ensue, as soon as we fix our weird furniture shortage; i.e. I coulda sworn we both own more furniture than this, but I guess we're both pretty much moving from studios into this here two-bedroom. [One bedroom for each! so we don't live in sin, right? BA-DUM CHING!] MAN, any Seattle people have any recommendations for furniture stores [other than Ikea] that aren't either A Sea of Trashy Recliners, or Land of $2,000 End Tables?
Hup! Time for work, and I haven't written enough to make a call-back to the Lovin' Spoonful. Oh, also:
* I just basically made a "[something] on acid" joke. Wah wah waaaaah.