California 101: A-Cappella Blues

Hi,

So, I just got "home" and I'm just writing because I know you miss me and that Peter Sagal hasn't sent a twitter update in about a day or so. Anyway, when I was waiting on the subway platform to go "home" there was this guy doing a pretty lame version of a song off of Dookie. I forget which. It was a good one I'm sure. Because all those songs from Dookie are pretty good. Even though his version was pretty much crap, I didn't really mind on account of knowing that the train was scheduled to arrive in ... four ... teen ... minutes and then I'd be on my way "home". You can imagine the way my face looked when the guy, who had since moved on to a pretty crap version of some crappy Sugar Ray song that I really thought I was never gonna have to ever hear again, steps into the car that I just stepped into and announces: "The Party Is About To Start!" Or Something. He then breaks into a Michael Jackson medley that is pretty much crap and if it weren't for the guy who jumped up and started pole dancing as if he were Michael Jackson working as a stripper I probably would've paid the guy ten bucks just to shut up. But alas, how often to you actually get to be on the subway car when it turns into a scene from a musical where some black dude is playing Beat It while the other black person on the train starts dancing as if he were Michael Jackson working as a stripper and all the white people actually do a pretty good job of clapping in time?

Anyway, when the train got to the stop that puts me closest to "home", I got out. And just as I was walking through the turnstile I found myself slowed to a snail's pace. Instantly I was transformed into the weird guy walking really slow out of the subway station at 12:30 am looking like he doesn't have anywhere to go. But honest, I actually do kinda have a "home" and it's very much where I was headed. But you see, there was this guy meticulously singing the crap out of "Sloop John B." al by his lonesome. In the forthcoming embedded digital representation of four other guys singing the crap out of Sloop John B., you will be hearing a version that is probably a decidedly better a-cappella version than the version I heard tonight. Unless you were there and you were reminded of "home". Or something.

Mwah!

M