I would, I swear, if I owned a grocery store, play this rather than Muzak or oldies or Motown. I would sit up in that loft thing where store managers perch and watch the cognitive disturbances in the aisles below. I would watch people look up and around for the speakers. I would watch and maybe see a single person hearing something old and familiar and smiling. Unlikely but that’s what I would do, and I would give that person free groceries. But that’s not really what I wanted to say. I just wanted to say that Green Gartside and his cohorts in Scritti Politti did actually try to do something new and interesting before succumbing to MTV-popular-populated-pop sounds.

Boring…

Unlike the first SP song that crossed my path, Skank Bloc Bologna which fascinated me. It was as if they wrote a song and then played it backwards and ripped working class tragedy lyrics over it. My reaction. No shit! This is cool!

You may be wondering. I did see you in the grocery story today. We were in the aisle with the coffee and tea. You thoughtfully selected some manner of herbal tea. I knocked two cans of Chockful-o-Nuts into my basket. You were glowing. I was sweating. I smiled anyway and you smiled back. A little. Look, the reason why I said nothing… because I wanted to… You may have even wanted me to, but look. If you value your privacy and anonymity as much as I do, then you know why I said nothing. But when you looked up at the ceiling when that song came on and you smiled and softly lip-sync’d the words, I fell in… something. I fell in like, and said nothing.

But you should know I wanted to. I ran out a whole fantasy of our whole life together. It took about ten minutes. I’m quick that way. I wonder if you would like the song Jacques Derrida.

So that’s my version of a “missed connection.” A local free paper used to run a back page full of them. They made for great reading.