“They are right up my alley,” I said, softly swinging from one side to the other in my chair. Shoulder rolling, half-closed eyes, and all the other things this kind of music makes me do. “They have the groove,” I said and my husband laughed.
GROOVE! Nobody has the groove anymore these days I got informed. It’s an old outdated word, used by an elderly stubborn lady like me, who just doesn’t give a hoot about what words are in -or not. People change, language changes, and while I am all for it, it doesn’t mean I have to forget about my old treasures like calling things out as HORSE HOCKEY.
What can I say? I watched M*A*S*H when I learned English, and Cornel Potter is responsible for a lot of my curse-word vocabulary. He was the master of clean swearwords, and I took on a few (too many.) Monkey Muffins and Buffalo-Bagels, you just can’t beat it!
I suppose I am not in anymore and that’s alright with me. I never understood it anyway. If there are in-words, are there out-words as well?
Well, as I said, I don’t care. I am older, I have been around the block numerous times, and I have a right to sound like it. Don’t you think?
So back to the music. What a smooth sound. The band greeted President Biden and Vice President Harris by name -which I found very charming- and they didn’t miss to introduce themselves by name either -which I found very clever. Both stuck with me. The band’s name, and the good manners.
Then they started playing and while I was GROOVING I looked over to my husband, who also got the wiggles in his chair. He grooves differently. The man-groove I suppose. He plays invisible drums, and sometimes even air guitar, which I find very humorous. An older gentleman with white hair, acting like a 20-year old rocker. It can’t get better than that.
He liked the band and the song as well. So before you think I might be mighty full of myself (which I am) I let you decide.
Groove or Horse Hockey?