I’m
Alive!
Thank Gawd
I am mighty good- and Alive!
A
weight has been lifted from my shoulders!
I start
anew.
I march
forward into a new dawn.
I climb
the tree of the future.
I
trudge the road of “what’s ahead”.
Yes
indeedy-doo. I saw Mick Jagger on Saturday Night Live sing, dance and prance
his way through 90 minutes of “live” television…
And at
his age…
Old
Mick- born in 1943 has a few years on me and just look what he’s doing these
days- 19th Nervous Breakdown! Plus comedy sketches and singing with
Arcade Fire!
You go
girl!
Yes, it
brought back a few musical memories but most of all, I found it remarkable what
he is still doing after more than 50 years in rock and roll!
He has
put the spunk back in my spunkidac.
He’s
put spritz back into my genecktanoid.
He’s
put hootzpah back on stage where it belongs.
Good
old Mick.
He made
me want to pull up my saggy underwear, stick a rose in my lapel and buy a pair
of Birkenstocks.
No.
No.
Wait.
Birkenstocks???
Never.
How
about a new pair of flip flops and a Hawaiian Shirt.
Yes, more
my style.
I am
going to start anew.
I am
not going to sit back and let the rest of the world pass me by.
I am
going to grab my rubber ring, put more Miss Clairol on my head and tap dance my
way towards a renewal.
For as
the saying goes-
“Ya
gotta get behind the soda fountain and dance your way to the stars!”
It
feels like New Years and yet it’s the dead of summer.
Go
figure.
Thank You
Mick.
You’re
still doing it and getting great “Satisfaction”
So look
out world.
Get Off
of my Cloud.
I got
me some milk to shake!
