Skeletal Love

​Got this sculpture at a yard sale for a dollar. . . art of this caliber is priceless, damnit! The previous owner, obviously a Philistine of the highest (or lowest) order, was discarding it as a knick-knack.
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Anywho, this piece symbolizes the deathless love of minha esposa e eu ('my baby and me' (Portuguese)). You see, after we were dating for a bit, I got some new Polk Audio speakers and trying them fell on a summer Sunday afternoon. After some failed and frustrating attempts at marrying the tuner with the speakers with the CD player, Shakedown Street blared beautifully through minha lil' apartamanto. Now I didn't specifically put that song on - the CD player was already loaded with 5 disparate albums - but whenever one hears the opening bars of Shakedown Street, one can't help but groove, which I did. Immediately. Gleefully.... and with gusto.

I shook it quickly into the kitchen to see how the volume and clarity carried and my eyes beheld something much cooler than the great disco attempt of the greatest band on earth ( top 3 at least)... my baby was steppin' it to Shakedown Street like a tour veteran, as she catered to her/our rice. 

This IS a big deal. Yea, we're dating at this point, but she's right off the boat from a little town outside of Brasilia and her English is, well, I'm not sure she wasn't using me at least a little bit for my language tutelage. Just kidding, but her English did suck and there was no way she ever heard that song before, but she was jammin' to the 'Street' just like I was. We were in sync and she was soon an avid Dead fan. She not too later divulged however, that it wasn't the Grateful Dead who was her favorite band.

"Who," I asked, "Gilberto Gil, Astrid, Antonio Jobim?" 
"The Band."
"Yea, who's your favorite band?"
"The Band."
I thought the language issue was just rearing its head again, but she continued, singing...
"It makes no difference, where I go..."
At that point I reckoned she could use me for my (relative) English prowess all she freakin' wanted.

I especially like how (or that) the two skeletal lovers are actually french kissing. Ain't it cool?