the song remains the same

just heard 'with points all her own, sitting way up high, way up firm and high.' that song, 'night moves,' must be around 25 years old. my brother had that album and i can picture it exactly, black background, white writing at an angle, bob in a leather jacket. i liked it. a lot. it was so very wraught with longing and nostalgia, though he was yearning for episodes that were far away from my life.

but i was listening to that song now cause k sent me a mixed cd—a compilation from our vacation of songs that lodged themselves in our heads and demanded that we sing them out loud—and bob seger's on that superb rotation. and to hear him husk those words so earnestly, to add that extra, 'mmmh-mmm, way up firm and high' made me check out my own rack—er, i mean, made me smile.

and it made me think of r kelly. i'm not especially a fan and when that song, 'feelin' on your booty' came out a few years ago and i saw the video i burst out laughing. cause he was doing this weird falsetto/castrati warble on the word 'boo-oo-tay...boo-oo-tay,' while making a sort of round gesture, miming the shape of a booty, with his hands.

but now i see where r kelly comes from. cause 'way up firm high' with such a seriousness is the same kind of a foolishness. but it's delicious too, especially when you're around 10 and sex seems so forbidding and exciting and puberty still seems like it could be promising terrain.