A Conversation At Moe’s
“WelcomeToMoe’s!” Happy was extra happy today, dispensing cheese-and-salsa-amigo on burrito after burrito, wearing what appeared to be a menu folded as a Chef’s hat. Chap and I took our foil-wrapped lunches and assorted salsas out to the patio to enjoy the day’s righteous weather.
Jimi Hendrix’ “Foxy Lady” was playing as we chatted about the Bodies exhibit, and I couldn’t help but think, “How many times a day does Happy have to hear this song?” It’s one of the songs that Moe’s always seems to be playing. It would have been alright, back in 1996 or whenever I first bought Hendrix’ Greatest Hits or whatever, but it was ten years later and I was wearing a WREK t-shirt, to boot.
Then came the introduction to a song I immediately pegged as “U Can’t Touch This,” which seemed like an odd choice for Moe’s. In fact, it wasn’t the esteemed M.C. Hammer, but Rick James’ “Superfreak,” of course. I regaled Chap with a story of how, in my youth and the days of recording songs off the radio onto cassette tape, I once mistakenly taped “Superfreak,” and was even grooving along to it as much as a 7th grader could before I noticed that it wasn’t actually “U Can’t Touch This.” Fool me twice…
As usual, our conversation quickly turned to Vanilla Ice’s completely original bass line for “Ice Ice Baby“. We began to wonder, what was the name of that song that was written by Queen and… and… Pete Townshend, was it? (No, it was David Bowie.) What was that song called? It goes bum-bum-bum-buh-duh-bum-bum…
For minutes we agonized, unable to block out Rick James to concentrate on what came after the intro in that mystery song. “It has something to do with change… things changing,” I offered. (Not exactly.) “I think it’s in the soundtrack to Grosse Point Blank,” I opined. (This is correct.)
We frowned and looked contemplative, hemming and hawing, when suddenly the sprinklers came on. I immediately blurted out, “Under Pressure!”
Funny, that.