Radio XXXIII, side B, track 10: “Cryin'” by Vixen

Vixen - Cryin'Oh, Vixen, there’s only one reason to be cryin’ right now, and that’s because I think this might be the last time I recorded this song off the radio.  I’d forgotten that I’d recorded your song so many times, and now I’m regretting that I didn’t record it even more.  Last time we talked, I told you about how there aren’t many things that will get me to cry anymore.  In fact, my wife pointed out that the only things that really bring tears to my eyes is if I see something joyous or see someone do something really nice.  Which is true.  I was a sucker for “Undercover Boss”, and the pure joy that Dorothy has when she says “There’s no place like home” at the end of “The Wizard Of Oz” has brought on the waterworks since I was a wee lad.  My mind can handle horrible things, but it can’t handle pure happiness, complete selflessness and/or unadulterated true love.  I don’t know what that means, but there it is.

The only exception to that is if it involves animals.  Those ASPCA commercials. . .man oh man.  My wife, who is in charge of the remote because she’s better with technology than me, will tell me to avert my eyes as she hits the fast-forward button on the DVR.  A glimpse of an emaciated dog will have me in bed for a week.  Part of it is from having worked at an animal shelter for several years. . .hell, ALL of it stems from that experience.  Of which I won’t speak, Vixen.

But I did make the mistake of watching “An Apology To Elephants” on HBO last year, thinking it was about how awesome elephants are, which it was, but it was also about how they’re abused in circuses.  That was what got me to actually stop eating meat, Vixen.  Not that I’ve ever eaten an elephant, but watching some jack-ass beating the shit out of a baby elephant, who are really just adorable 300-pound puppies, well, I decided then and there that I was done getting animals killed just because I needed a snack.

If you would have told younger me that I was now a vegetarian and drank only mineral water and that I was actually a little lactose intolerant, the younger me that drank milk that was so thick it had to be stirred and who could eat a pound of bacon in one sitting, younger me would have been appalled.  Hell, if you would have told the me from 2 years ago that I’d now developed a taste for seaweed and I noshed on soybeans as a snack, I believe I would have told myself to go blank myself (side note: growing up on the farm, one of the crops we raised was soybeans.  It never occurred to me in about 35 years that anyone actually ate them.).

Anyway. . .what were we talking about?  Oh, yeah, cryin’.  Anyway, Vixen, I don’t cry much.  But my wife, now she’s a cryer.  Not all the time, mind you.  She’s also tough as nails, mixed with adorable sweetness.  It’s a very confusing mix.  But one thing she is is a sympathetic cryer.  So if someone on TV is crying, so is she.  If someone on YouTube is crying, guess what my wife is doing.  It stresses me the hell out, if you want to know the truth, Vixen, because not only do I not cry, I don’t know how to handle it when other people cry, either.  Of course she always tells me she’s fine through her sobbing, which is actually pretty hilarious, but again, it’s a very confusing mix.  It’s gotten to where I’m attuned to her crying.  I’ll be sitting in the office, typing up a blog post and she’ll be sitting in the other room watching TV, probably “The Voice” (shudder), and I’ll hear a big SNIFF, and my ears perk up and I’ll call out anxiously “Are you all right?”  Sometimes I’ll hear that sobbing “I’m fine!” and sometimes she’ll inform me that it was just her allergies.  Either way, I don’t know how to deal with it.  But at least it makes me look attentive.

Whew, Vixen!  I was NOT planning on writing so much, but you gals just inspire me so.  I hope this isn’t the last we’ve heard from you, but if it is, I’m so glad we got to spend so much time together.

“Cryin'”

<awesome Vixen jam>

One look
And I saw
What I wanted ta see

Ya know thatcha

Wrapped my heart around your finger so easilyyyyy, yeah

With your centerfold body goin’ through the moves
Why did I keep wastin’ the truth on you
Tonight

I won’t be cryin’
Cryin’
When I think about you
‘Cause I opened my eyes, and I won’t be cryin’
Cryin’

‘Cause those days are gone
Gone

Someone
Twisted you
So ya gave it to me

Yeah, ya gave it to me good
You’re a nightmare everywhere
Disguised as a dreeeeam

Well, I got lost
Wanderin’ through the darkness in your maze’a lies
You charmed your way right into my insides
But tonight

I won’t be cryin’
Cryin’
When I think about you
‘Cause I opened my eyes, and I won’t be cryin’
Cryin’

The tears have fallen to the floooooor

But you won’t catch me cryin’ anymooooooooore

<awesome Vixen jam>

I won’t be cryin’
Cryin’
When I think about you
‘Cause I opened my eyes, and I won’t be cryin’
Cryin’

Those days are gone
Gone

Cryin’
Cryin’
When I think about you
‘Cause I opened my eyes, and I won’t be cryin’
Cryin’

Those days are gone
Gone

Cryin’
Cryin’

When I think about you
‘Cause I opened my eyes

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5 thoughts on “Radio XXXIII, side B, track 10: “Cryin'” by Vixen

  1. Gwen says:

    I almost cried when I heard that founding member of Vixen, Jan Kuehnemund, died last October.

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  2. safitrifitri says:

    Reblogged this on >>.

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  3. […] Several years ago, I watched a documentary on HBO called “An Apology To Elephants”, naively thinking I’d watch a nature documentary expounding on the wonders of my favorite animal.  Which it did.  But it also highlighted the many abuses they’ve gone through at the hands of man.  It was upsetting, to say the least, but there was one shot in particular that has stuck with me to this day.  It was of a man with a club violently beating a baby elephant, all the while the elephant reaching for him with its trunk in a gesture of pleading submission.  If a puppy had a trunk, it would have done the same thing. […]

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