Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

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I began by singing Black Magic Woman.  My voice was still stiff, but I managed to hang in. 

Then I took a shot at "Me and Mrs. Jones."  The crowd began to respond at once.  I have sung this one ten thousand times to myself.  As I realized the reach of the chorus was coming, I began to shy away, but the crowd pressed me forward to a full voice attack.  Orgasmic.

I sat quietly, preparing myself for another stab at the mic.  The bartender - a strikingly pretty blonde with boobs, a bare midriff and delicious hips - had been swarmed with male attention constantly in the half-dozen times we had gone to the club.  I typically leave popular girls alone, preferring to hunt at the edge of the herd.  She approached me and as timidly as a child, offered her compliments.

I was stunned.  I was intimidating a vivacious confident woman. 

I continued with Radar Love and the Letter.  A country singer tried to advance himself on Cats, but my sudden appearance left him out cold.  So then a girl decided to get intimate with her instead.  I heard rumors of kisses and such, but was too wrapped up in my singing to pay it much mind.

Onward and Upward!

M

posted by: Malinov at 11:57 | link | comments (3) |

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#1  11 January 2006 - 14:31

 

I keep smiling trying to imagine you singing Me and Mrs. Jones. It is one of my favorite songs as I have a penchant for old school R&B.

I wonder if you'd be able to guess my favorite song of all...:-)

solyluna

#2  12 January 2006 - 23:51

 

something sun and moony?

I have been singing about Mrs. Jones for as long as I can remember. Longer, perhaps.

M

Malinov

#3  13 January 2006 - 09:49

 

And few things are more rewarding than riding an artist's high in full view of your admiring audience. Dr. Tesla would have been proud of your ability to alternate currents. *wink*

L

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