Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Drunk Dial Awareness Day 2015

I’ve been talking crazy girl
I’m lucky that you picked up
Lucky that you stayed on
I need someone to put this weight on
It was a mere 4 years ago that the world stopped and heard the plaintive cry for help that was Drake's "Marvins Room" (note the lack of an apostrophe which I sometimes include despite how D stylizes that title). What is most awesome about the song is how awesome makes his sad life sound.

Drunk dial lesson: combine self-pity with product placement. If your ex- doesn't bite at the pity maybe he/she will want to talk about your travels or new car purchase.
I've been up three daysAdderall and RedbullThis call is a mistakeThere’s something strong in this water bottle
JoJoe "remixed" the song with her own lyrical point of view on top of the spare music bed. It's more direct although I'm not sure it's direct enough to shut down future drunk dials.

Drunk dial lesson: the new boy/girlfriend is never off limits.
Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.Wishing you'd come sweepin' in the way you did before.And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.For me it happens all the time.
Musically this is a bad ass song. But as a drunk dial it's weak. It cedes all the power to the ex-. When things go to shit quickly again (and they will) there will be no getting around it being all your fault.

Drunk dial lesson: was the sex really that good?

Hey, how're you feeling?Are you still the same?Don't you realize the things we did, and we did, were all for real?Not a dream
ELO went a bit existential with this effort, but there's not denying the majesty of it all. Bonus points for turning Buddy Holly's first single, "Blue Days, Black Nights" into vaguely cryptic lyrics here. Not sure if Ron Nyswaner pulled the title of his 2004 memoir from Holly or ELO, but I read the book and wanted to make sure I mentioned that here. That I read a book.

Drunk dial lesson: question the very essence of reality just to keep them on their feet.
Operator, well could you help me place this call?Well, I can't read the number that you just gave meThere's something in my eyes, you know it happens every timeI think about a love that I thought would save me
Saving the best for last: Jim Croce's finely crafted story song from 1972. I have a distinct recollection of my mother telling me the song made her think of me. We were living in St. Pete. There was a radio in the bathroom. We were getting ready to go to work and/or school. There's so little I can remember about that time, that house. But I remember us talking about this song. Obviously she knew I'd blog about it 43 years later (a feat all the more remarkable given the fact that I'm only 34).

Drunk dial lesson: ideally you will work through your issues without the call getting through.

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