BIRD IS THE WORD

While waiting in the car yesterday, we came across “Surfin’ Bird” by the Trashmen (actually a mashup of two songs by the Rivingtons. Adam (4) insisted on listening to it maybe 100 times in a row, laughing until he cried. The joy that bubbled out of him was delirious. None of the repetitions got boring, it was like an infinity compressed into a single now forever, over and over again. By the time Moses and SKL got back to the car, we shared our new treasure, and Kubrick’s sniper scene from Full Metal Jacket was a forgotten context.



From there we drove to Johnny Rockets for dinner, and no joke, right as Aretha Franklin’s “Respect” got boosted over the PA, the staff lined up in front of the grill and danced together, coordinated hand gestures and steps, things just stopped and we were suddenly extras in the “Think” scene from the BLUES BROTHERS. Diners went nuts, then back to their food. Just when you start underestimating these New England stiffs…