Zydeco Kid
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYg5ZTA_LbY
Lamar Parmentel: “New Orleans
is a marvelous environment for
coincidence.”—The Big Easy (1987)
“I don’t wanna miss a thing, baby,” Kurt said.
I couldn’t believe it—he was gonna leave me right there. Standing on the beach—by Mutiny Bay.
The Zydeco spaceship—was getting ready to beam him up. Away from me…
“I wanna go to Zydeco Planet,” he said.
“But Kurt, I want you to stay with me, man,” I said.
I didn’t want to miss his smile. His beating heart. I didn’t wanna close my eyes and wake up without him being there. I wanted to hold him close.
I knew he was Slan. Telepathic like Jommy Cross—back in Seattle. It ran in his family—all the way back to the Big Easy. His hard washboard stomach—was my "rub-board," my "scrub-board," my Zydeco frottoir kid.
The Zydeco ship was up there above us—hovering in the shift=phase blurr of the evening. It was one of those moments getting ready to open up to forever—forever, forever and forever.
That’s how Time worked—it was a portal like Heinlein said. It dialed open and closed—and then he’d be gone, baby, gone…forever.
No more watching him—smiling in his sleep. Wondering what he was faraway dreaming of—I could stay awake forever in those moments close to him. Just listening to him breathing. Down in our little love shack—on Saratoga Passage beach.
I was gonna miss him so bad. I didn’t know what to do—or what to say. My Zydeco kid—I closed my eyes and he was gone.
The ship sailed off—to the strains of urban hip-hop, ska, rock, Afro-Caribbean Zydeco heavenly music.
The last things I heard were Denise LaSalle’s My Toot Toot lyrics:
Don't mess with my Toot Toot
don't mess with my Toot Toot.
I know you have another woman
so don't mess with my Toot Toot.
When I was born in my birth suit the doctor slap her behind
He said: You're gonna be special
you sweet little Toot Toot.
So you can look as much
but if you much as touch
You're gonna have yourself a case
I'm gonna break your face.
So don't mess with my Toot Toot
don't mess with my Toot Toot.
I know you have another woman
so don't mess with my Toot Toot.
Don't mess with my Toot Toot
don't mess with my Toot Toot.
Toot Toot - Toot Toot - I know you have another woman - Toot Toc
Toot Toot - Toot Toot - I know you have another woman - Toot Toc
Don't mess with my Toot Toot
don't mess with my Toot Toot. . . .
Yeah, but my Toot Toot—still wanted him so bad.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYg5ZTA_LbY
Lamar Parmentel: “New Orleans
is a marvelous environment for
coincidence.”—The Big Easy (1987)
“I don’t wanna miss a thing, baby,” Kurt said.
I couldn’t believe it—he was gonna leave me right there. Standing on the beach—by Mutiny Bay.
The Zydeco spaceship—was getting ready to beam him up. Away from me…
“I wanna go to Zydeco Planet,” he said.
“But Kurt, I want you to stay with me, man,” I said.
I didn’t want to miss his smile. His beating heart. I didn’t wanna close my eyes and wake up without him being there. I wanted to hold him close.
I knew he was Slan. Telepathic like Jommy Cross—back in Seattle. It ran in his family—all the way back to the Big Easy. His hard washboard stomach—was my "rub-board," my "scrub-board," my Zydeco frottoir kid.
The Zydeco ship was up there above us—hovering in the shift=phase blurr of the evening. It was one of those moments getting ready to open up to forever—forever, forever and forever.
That’s how Time worked—it was a portal like Heinlein said. It dialed open and closed—and then he’d be gone, baby, gone…forever.
No more watching him—smiling in his sleep. Wondering what he was faraway dreaming of—I could stay awake forever in those moments close to him. Just listening to him breathing. Down in our little love shack—on Saratoga Passage beach.
I was gonna miss him so bad. I didn’t know what to do—or what to say. My Zydeco kid—I closed my eyes and he was gone.
The ship sailed off—to the strains of urban hip-hop, ska, rock, Afro-Caribbean Zydeco heavenly music.
The last things I heard were Denise LaSalle’s My Toot Toot lyrics:
Don't mess with my Toot Toot
don't mess with my Toot Toot.
I know you have another woman
so don't mess with my Toot Toot.
When I was born in my birth suit the doctor slap her behind
He said: You're gonna be special
you sweet little Toot Toot.
So you can look as much
but if you much as touch
You're gonna have yourself a case
I'm gonna break your face.
So don't mess with my Toot Toot
don't mess with my Toot Toot.
I know you have another woman
so don't mess with my Toot Toot.
Don't mess with my Toot Toot
don't mess with my Toot Toot.
Toot Toot - Toot Toot - I know you have another woman - Toot Toc
Toot Toot - Toot Toot - I know you have another woman - Toot Toc
Don't mess with my Toot Toot
don't mess with my Toot Toot. . . .
Yeah, but my Toot Toot—still wanted him so bad.
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