Carol Kroll

I feel I must point out…

A couple things for today besides my fume being kidnapped, SORRY, hijacked…

1-Do not sing and act out the song you are singing while doing your collage, razor blade in hand. No, everything is fine here and nobody had an accident, but I realized what I was doing and decided that there was no possible way I could show up at the emergency room with a reasonable explanation for something that would probably need stitches, so I abruptly stopped it.

Dr: Now….you were doing what again?
C: I was singing to ABBA. And painting and doing my collage at the same time.

(pause)

(crickets)

(blinking)

C: I’m in a band…uh…too….
Dr: OH! Do you sing ABBA in it?
C: No. We sing all originals. That nobody knows.Or cares about. All they want to hear is Free Bird and something by the Eagles.

2-I’ll be “singing” tonight again at The High Noon Saloon, and I’m not sure how its gonna go because I have a stuffed up nose that I suspect was brought on by something dying in the air. As I get a little older, I suspect I may have allergies. My friend’s birthday is tomorrow and it was requested that me singing “Our Lips Are Sealed” would make this person’s birthday happy and complete. I suggested chocolate cake and paying for dinner, but it was insisted this is what they wanted. I’m quite flattered but also quite confused.

Here’s to hoping my band plays out someday soon.

I miss it.