HOT POTATOES

Some of my very most favorite songs~"Boo Boperetta." And "Pay the rent collect." Oh, also, "Hot potatoes." Just to name a few. Not familiar? Hm. Well, maybe you don't listen quite so carefully to your radio, like I do. Maybe music doesn't speak to your soul as eloquently as it does to mine. Or maybe my ear is just a little bit more 'fine tuned' than yours. But whatever. I don't judge.

And yes, now that you mention it, they do seem kind of...unlikley names for songs. Pay the rent collect? Not sure where Prince was going with that, but I guess "baby" is "much too fast." Who knew? And listen, HE is the artist, (formerly known as)~not me. I just interpret his work, according to my own experiences.

And Boo Boperetta, by Sade? It might be a special language that only she understands. Once again, who am I to question? Does she owe me an explanation for speaking in tongues? No. No she doesn't, people.

Hot Potatoes? Well, that one's a little bit more perplexing. But it's repeated over and over again, so I know for sure that's what they're saying~ "Hot potatoes, hot potatoes...hot potatoes. Hot potatoes, hot potatoes...hot potatoes. Hot potatoes, hot potatoes...oh, oh, oh, hot potatoes." You can look it up. Falco sings it. And it says, "Rock me, hot potatoes." If that helps.

Anyway, obviously, I'm a connoisseur of lyrical gems, and have a very broad mind. I let the creative genius speak freely, never invoking reason or thought to the equation. As clearly, they have very strong feelings for potatoes, if they're willing to write an entire anthem about them.

So the next time you hear me belting out a tune, at the top of my lungs, like~ 'SHE'S GOT ELECTRIC BOOTS, A MOHAWK, TOO'~(Elton John~duh) feel free to sing along with an open heart...and an empty mind.

It's synergy, people. Synergy.