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I've always thought it would be cool to have my very own sound track. Not like in "Family Guy" when Peter got his own from a Genie and the music was totally symphonic. I'm talking popular music, or at least music with lyrics. Driving in my car the other day I discovered what my "Crowd Stopping" song would be. You know the scene: A crowded bar full of suburbanite alcoholics completely enthralled in themselves and/or whatever other socialite they are respectively trying to "land." Suddenly the lights dim a little. Everyone's attention is inexplicably directed towards the base of the bar door, and the intro of Dave Matthews' "Louisiana Bayou," comes over intangible speakers. As the door opens, the acoustic guitar gives way to the beat of the drum and the sloppy bass line riff. My right foot enters just as the entire room goes into slow motion. Collective eyes move stealthily from my suede mud boots, up my pants, past my gasoline jacket and to the shades that hide the wisdom and pure sexiness that lies beneath them. I take a hit of my cigarette and slowly exhale the smoke without regard. Behind me is the full force of the "Nickel Package," in complete posse mode. We walk with purpose but without reason. In short, we're freakin' bad ass. Women want us and men want to be us.
THAT would be sweet. My advice is to listen to "Louisiana Bayou" while re-reading this blog...it'll really help you to visualize how sweet I would be if this all worked out.
Much Love,
Bo