Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. Musing Interruptus is a podcast for sharing thoughts and stories and enjoying idiomatic phrases. You can read along; the transcription is in the description of this episode; click on continue reading to open a Google Doc with the complete transcription. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, share it, but more importantly, continue the conversation. The background music is called Paramo Ocho by Blue Dot.
Today, What’s Love Got To Do With It?
Tina, Tina, Tina, turn us into a more intelligent breed, please. What’s love but a second-hand emotion? She says. Think about that for a moment. Consider the implications. Love is a second-hand emotion. If this were in Spanish, we would have some serious potential for double-entendre. Put a pin in that one. Let’s think about second-hand things. When someone has no use for clothing or pots and pans, appliances, books, lamps, mattresses, bedding, an easel, iPods, blackberries, fruitcakes, ugly Christmas sweaters, or ugly sweaters, for the most part, old cribs, and, perhaps even, the elusive love, they have a few options, pack them up in a box and forget them in a closet or attic, throw them out, or give them away. Get yourself down to the Goodwill, a store with the mission to mediate between those who -don’t want- and those who -need or want-. On a budget, no less!
Imagine we are at the store, an empty basket in our hands, we need to get some love. That is what is on the to-do list. But wait, whatever happened to the Beatles Can’t buy me love. This is my store, so hold on, Paul, hang in there with me for a sec. Tina said it was a second-hand emotion, and this is the second-hand store. And I’m not talking about love on a timer either, got it? Timeless love… you can’t get that on the corner. I’m talking about that feeling we want wrapped around our ribcages and souls, biting our shoulders, and mmmmhmm.
The question is, do you pay for used love? Huey Lewis says You don’t need no credit card to ride this train. He is talking about the Powe of Love. Sounds more like the power of sex. So, it’s not money. You pay in sweat and tears! Sounds like sex again. Huey can’t separate sex from love. Are we meant to? I’m not ashamed. Tina couldn’t either, back to Tina.
Is all love a second-hand emotion? Oh, oh, oh! Maybe. Continue reading
