You know those times when you figure something out, or when something suddenly makes sense to you, or you realize that something is actually this when all this time you’ve thought it was that? And when it hits you, you’re all, A-ha! It all makes sense now!
My mom used to call them ‘A-ha! moments’, which, between you and me, sounds like something Oprah would say, but hey. That’s what she called them.
I had one of those moments today.
Dave woke up sick this morning. If you know anything about Dave at all, you know that it takes a lot for him to call in sick. He’d go to work if there was blood seeping out of his eyes or if he had a collapsed lung or if he was stricken by both simultaneously.
After confirming that he did in fact have a raging fever and handing him a couple of Tylenol, I suggested he stay home today.
“You know I don’t do that,” he huffed, and left to drop Julia at school and then head in to work.
He called about fifteen minutes later; he was on his way home. He went straight to bed when he got back and stayed there all day.
Oliver and I left just before noon to pick Julia up and when we got home, the heavens parted and the good Lord smiled down on me, for both of my children laid down in their beds and fell asleep(!!!)
Excited, I jumped on the opportunity to run midday errands alone. I threw the steam cleaner we rented over the weekend in the back of Dave’s truck, grabbed a few letters I needed to mail and got the hell outta Dodge.
Dave’s truck rocks it old school – it’s outfitted with a tape deck. I rooted around for a decent tape to listen to and came up with an album that I haven’t listened to in years. I popped it in the tape deck and cranked the volume – listening to it was like catching up with an old friend.
I got to the second song on the Side B and that’s when I had my A-ha!moment.
I was maybe twelve or thirteen, definitely pre-pubescent, when I bought that album. I had a subscription to Columbia House and I used to buy albums by bands I’d never heard of just for the sake of buying them.
When I got the tape I had no clue who the Red Hot Chili Peppers were but I grew to love them and The Uplift Mofo Party Plan. The songs were upbeat, funky and totally cool, but there was one song that always confused me: Special Secret Song Inside.
A secret song. A special song that made no sense to me way back when because they were singing about wanting to “par-tay on your pussy, bay-bee.” I remember listening to that song when I was younger and thinking what a kooky, funny band they were, singing about having a party on a cat. Why would anyone want to dance on a cat? I mean, like, duh.
Driving to the post office today, listening to Special Secret Song Inside, I started to laugh really, really hard, because my youthful ignorance is long, long gone and clearly the Chili Peppers aren’t singing about wanting to dance and party on cats. That’s really not what the term ‘pussy’ represents in this particular song.