My Heart’s On Fire
March 13th, 2008 by Jeff Simmermon
I don’t usually go in for the kind of horse hockey honkified “Eat, Pray, Love” neo-spiritual bullshit that most white people like to espouse, but I will tell you this: there is a truth in repetition, a transcendental peace we find when we repeat something familiar over and over and over. God reaches down and our hearts open up, our pores become doorways into the land beyond and all of everything vibrates with a delicious lavender hum.
That’s the truth I’ve come to anyway, and it is the exact reason that I’ve listened to “Elvira” by The Oak Ridge Boys 10 times in a row already this morning.
Go on, try it — after five repetitions or so each “mow mow” gives your SOUL a cosmic prostate massage …
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March 13th, 2008 at 10:01 am
No thanks… Hearing that song once is more than enough to do irreparable damage to my inner-calm. I get all sorts of wigged-out stabby when I hear it, and if you don’t want to be cleaning up a trail of broken and bleeding bodies, you’ll do what you can to keep “Elvira” out of circulation.
Dare I say that even your promotion of the song in this simple, single entry is more than enough to make me question our friendship, Jeff. Fortunately, I’m a forgiving sort.
March 13th, 2008 at 11:24 am
My grand dad used to always play that song in his car when I was a kid!
March 13th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
Wait, I just read Dan’s comment. Dan, obviously you’re joking, but even the joke reveals that you have some strong feelings against Elvira. I can’t imagine having strong feelings one way or the other for any Oak Ridge Boys’ song. I don’t get it.
March 13th, 2008 at 12:58 pm
I used to play this over and over again on a record player in my room as a kid. Damn-it, man — between yesterday’s post and today’s post, how do you expect me to get any work done.
March 15th, 2008 at 4:40 pm
haha – thanks for the trip down memory lane!
March 16th, 2008 at 2:51 am
Sorry, Lonnie. I don’t know where this deep, visceral disdain for that song comes from. I’m thinking it might have something to do with the roller-skating days of my youth and the subsequent concussions I suffered in trying to make that stretch from Donna Summer to The Oak Ridge Boys.
I blame the DJ.
April 2nd, 2008 at 7:31 pm
Haha so I thought I’d see if I had your blog name straight and I came across this. Perfect end to the evening! Almost makes me want to cruise over to iTunes…