June 23, 2003
Please, Mister Please
photo courtesy of Scott Lokitz
|photo courtesy of OnlyOlivia.com|
So..last night I went to see Olivia Newton John with my roommate,
and a gal pal. Prior to that, I dashed to an HIV/AIDS fundraiser/house party/art
auction with flowers in tow for the hosts...I was Hee-Hawing it up in honor
of Ms. ONJ's early career choices, and just to be...well....me.
Anyway, before hitting the road, I grabbed some music to accompany me on my journey to the Fox Theatre. I'm not always the most tidy with organizing my CDs and I'd mistaken misfiled Madonna's American Life in my Buffy Once More with Feeling CD case. I slipped in the CD and hit play. I hadn't listened to Mrs. Richie due to an unfortunate emotional incident (namely making out) in the front seat of an emotionally unavailable (I'll name no names) guy's car.
Ya know how it is, it's all easy to go down memory lane, waxing all nostalgic about some stupid love song.... I thought American Life would be sullied forever. I guess I wasn't as emotionally traumatized as I thought. But I still liked hearing ONJ sing Please Mr. Please. She was remarkable.
Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again
If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though you're far away, you've been so close to me
I could swear I'd be the richest girl in Nashville
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee
But I guess I'd better get myself together
'Cause when you left, you didn't leave too much behind
Just a note that said "I'm sorry" by your picture
And a song that's weighing heavy on my mind