Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wang Dang Doodle ...all night long!
Koko Taylor, the Queen Of Blues has passed away. I didn't know Koko Taylor. I mean, when I first heard of her passing I couldn't place a face with the name or an occupation. Her best-known song was Wang Dang Doodle. I remember that song.
As I navigate through the blog world I frequently hear or see words of wisdom from those who have great opinions based on their past experiences. Some appear to have arrived and yet others have simply seen the light. Some have found God, others have new husbands. Take it for what it is but there's loads of "advice" in the blog sphere. However, what I frequently fail to see is the before. I think fear keeps us from showing the product (us) in it's early years. Comfort allows us to walk with pride in our new beginnings. "Look at me now but don't look at me back then"
The past will call our name and the past will tell us if we truely are walking in step with our lips.
There are some things I am good at and some things I can improve on. I am terrible with names, with faces, with time and with remembering certain events from my past.
Yesterday I was at a convenience store. I ran into a guy that said he knew me. Well, I will assume that all of us have places or spots in our lives that we would like to forget. There are possibly some individuals in our past that conjures images of bad times. I am sure women can relate to that. How would it feel to run into an old lover and not remember their name. For men it can be a badge of honor. For women it can be an ugly embarrassing reminder of past indiscretions. Sometimes the past finds us when we least expect it. It could be a glance from a familiar face or the voice of someone saying our nickname.
Meeting the aforementioned gentleman forced me to race back in time. When my past approaches me I have a few options. I can either be grateful for where I now stand or be resentful of the thing or person that is holding a mirror in front of me - a mirror that doesn't lie. I could see an image of a person that has digressed in life or even stood stuck in life. I could also pull out my comb and smile back at the mirror.
I told the gentleman that I didn't remember him. He gave me a quizzical look, shook his head and walked away. I was riding my bike that day. After I left the store I veered down a narrow street. A car approached from the rear. I pulled to the side of the road and got off my bike. The car stopped, a man got out. It was the guy from the store. He told me of our past. I am glad I met that guy - again. He said at first he didn't recognize me. He'd just been released from prison. He said he was looking in the store's refrigerators trying to decide between Bud Light and Milwaukee's Best and he heard my voice. He also heard my laugh. He asked me why I was riding a bike. I told him that it was a nice day and that I was riding to a friends house. He paused and said you've changed. I said thank you.
There was a time I loved doing the Wang Dang Doodle ...all night long. Doodle dang ....wang thang thang ....bring it, I might have liked it. I didn't know Koko Taylor so it's doubtful she wrote that song for me. I am going to say she did. See, she also sung another song ...."What Kind Of Man Is This". Maybe Koko knew that I sung the blues - literally- a few times. Yep, she must have known that one day I'd have to ask myself what kind of man .....?
Our past will make us strong or make us long for the good ol'days.
Has your past walked up and reminded you of what coulda-shoulda -woulda ...did happen? has your past walked up to you and said "hello, remember me?"