Daily Blague

The other day, I made fun of Kathleen for trying to get dressed while dancing to "I Don't Feel Like Dancin'," the Scissors Sisters hit that, now that I've read the fine print, appears to be an Elton John anthem. Yes, that's Sir E at the piano. I don't mean to take anything away from the Scissors Sisters. On the contrary, I think that Elton John has finally found a band.

Anyway, "I Don't Feel Like Dancin'" may be a difficult song for getting dressed, but it's almost ideal for making the bed. Making the bed, with its constant crossings from side to side, always reminds me of the altar boy that I never was. And, lke so much British pop, "Dancin'" is haunted by the memory of rousing hymns. My music theory is totally kaputt, but I'm reckless enough to venture that musicians from the Moody Blues to Sting to the Alan Parsons Project have infiltrated pop music with the holy subdominant. You can hear it in "I Don't Feel Like Dancin'," especially if you're making the bed.