A few nights ago, I attended an event at my women’s club. I was looking forward to it and was ready. But as I drove to the venue, I felt anxious. So I did what I had to do to get to the root of my feelings, and had a conversation with myself. I asked me, “Why the anxiety, kid?” And I immediately answered, “I’ve had a monkey on my back all day, and I’m not sure I can keep it quiet.” Yes – I had a monkey on my back, and its name was Feel Right.
If you’ve never heard this song, please know there’s a lot of swearing. (So if you click on the above mother-fucking link, you’re in for it.) The video itself is beyond entertaining. But I wasn’t thinking of the video on that day. I simply had the song’s chorus stuck on auto-play and I wasn’t editing myself, y’all. And it was good. But, you know, ladies. I was concerned that after singing some variation of “Feel Right” for about 4 friggin’ hours, I might not be able to turn it off. Hence my anxiety.
As it turned out, I was polite and swore only one time, and that was in reference to politics. (I was forgiven for that.) My public reputation is, for the moment, preserved.
I don’t know why Mystikal’s voice got stuck in my head that day. I also don’t know why it flew away by the next morning. I do know it was soon replaced by Angela Lansbury’s voice, singing “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” and as of this writing, she’s still in there, dammit.
So I guess I’ll see what pops into the old noggin today. I certainly hope it’s something entertaining. If I’m gonna have a monkey on my back, it might as well be a cool-ass monkey. Dig?