Friday, October 06, 2006
Sad
The Rolling Stones are in town. Flew in last night. Last night and today, the town is swarming with wanna-be groupies, like rats in a disease-ridden medieval city.
Mrs. Mentok's and my regular tavern (the venue of the aforementioned delightful but inappropriate back-scratching) is kitty-corner from the hotel where the Stones are "staying" and has an excellent view of the hotel's front door. (I put "staying" in quotes because it is likely that only the road crew and not the Stones themselves are staying there.)
I happened to drive past the bar last night and, sure enough, the patio was loaded with over-madeup women of all ages, all of whom looked rather sloppy. Except one...
One young woman stood out. She was a true beauty. She sat straight and tall at her perch, nursing a cocktail. Wearing an elegant black party dress, she was much better dressed than her peers. She was perfectly and professionally coiffed and made-up.
She did not look like some stupid bimbo. Far from it. Her eyes, fixed unswervingly on the hotel entrance, shone with the fierce, ruthless intelligence of a vulture. Sleeping with the Stones, or more likely a Stones roadie, appeared to be a deep seated, soul-consuming goal for her.
How sad, I thought. How sad that this young woman, who seemed to have a lot going for her, would have set herself such a degrading goal.
So while I again repeat that this is not an MP3 blog, here's a few variations on a theme in honour of that young woman (who probably went home alone and cried herself to sleep) and all others who suffer from the endless wheel of craving.
PJ Harvey and Bjork - Satisfaction
Brittany Spears - Satisfaction
Devo - Satisfaction
[I'm including the Spears version to enhance the irony, not as any sort of endorsement of her as an artist.]
posted by Mentok @ 10:17 a.m.,
