And we, the Greek chorus, would hum back: "Yeah."
And as it neared the hook and the tempo picked up, we would sing along with the lyrics out loud, telling ourselves that they were the only things we needed, those carefully gelled blond hairs of Nicks:
"Am I everything you need? You better rock your body right. Everybody (yeah), rock your body. Yeah."
"Cause I don't want to get bit by no snapping turtle." - Tracey Morgan as Brian Fellows
The Brian Fellows sketch is by far my favorite SNL sketch ever. I go wildly insane laughing like the type where if I were in elementary school at lunch, drinking milk, I would laugh so hard, milk would come out my nose. Other people I have talked to her, describing my love of this sketch, have sounded real dismayed and said that they thought it was real dumb. Perhaps my sense of humor is juvenile. Perhaps that is a good thing. Perhaps if I ever laugh at any BBC comedy, I would want someone to shoot me. I will not understand Monty Python or AbFab ever. Loud British people make me want to grind my teeth. That's why the only British comedy I like is Mr. Bean.
Because he doesn't talk. At least, not much.
Today, I tried to suck my own dick for way too long, after remembering a Will Ferell SNL sketch, and then reading something online about it. I read the instructions of the How to Suck Your Own Cock page. I guess my cock is not big enough, because I could not get my cock anywhere near my mouth, and was very concerned that I was going to crack my back. If there is anyone that can really do this, I am so impressed, and I think that you are the coolest person on Earth.
This is me unemployed, with way too much time on my hands to sit around and seriously devote my time and energy to such childish tasks.
Tonight, I watched Midnight Cowboy, which was so weird. But, in a totally good way - not in a I-have-no-idea-what-the-hell-I'm-trying-to-say-but-really-really-want-to-be-an-artist-because-that's-what-all-the-hip-kids-do-and-so-since-I-have-no-brain-and-no-clue-I'll-just-make-something-really-really-weird-and-yeah-that'll-be-Art. No, this was good weirdness, not the aforementioned stick-a-feather-in-my-cap-and-call-it-macoroni-(or-art). No, this was such wonderfully meaningful stuff. It was such a pretty movie with good music and fascinating and fasinating and Texans who want to be hustlers in the Big Apple, and just all sorts of goodness that made me see how good a film could be.
I was transfixed by the opening scene, where he is walking and "Everybody's Talkin" was playing on the soundtrack. God, what a wonderful song. And loneliness - what a wonderful job the movie does with conveying it. And man, I really really loved this movie.
"Everybody's talking at me / I don't hear a word they're saying / Only the echos of my mind."