Dear MamaKitt,
Why is it that, upon hearing (as I did this morning) Outkast’s (or, really, Andre 3000’s) “Hey Ya!” my memory is of sitting in your teensy car in a parking lot outside a Boston-area CVS?
For some reason I have this sense that one time, when I was visiting you, we had a CVS errand, but stayed in the car to enjoy the full, glorious deliciousness that is “Hey Ya!” before going inside. Is it possible this really happened? Is it possible that, as I find myself wanting to declare, this was also the first time I’d heard the song?
I don’t rightly know. I do know that Andre is FABULOUS and sessy as all get out, and I wish he would burst back onto the scene, because I miss him terribly. In all his endless iterations.
I know it’s not a glamorous memory. But the image of you and me in your little car in the CVS parking lot flashed immediately and specifically into my head when I heard “Hey Ya!” today. Even before it made me think of Andre 3000’s abs! And that’s saying something.
Love,
The Girl on the Swing
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February 1, 2010 at 10:43 am
mamakitt
Lend me some sugar!
I don’t have any recollection of that outing, but you must trust your brain! I love it.
Sadly my primary association upon hearing that song is of Carmen Electra and Dave Navarro’s we’re-semi-famous-and-we’re-getting-married TV series, in which she used the lyrics to drive him nuts. Actually that was a highlight of that show. Not that I watched it or anything.
February 1, 2010 at 12:25 pm
thegirlontheswing
I didn’t watch it either. I definitely didn’t watch it at your prompting. And I certainly didn’t enjoy it one bit.