You might not be able to put your arms around a memory, but you sure can suck it's toe.

Johnny Thunders is one of my guitar idols. He's played with the New York Dolls and with a whole host of punk legends, including Richard Hell, Tom Verlaine, and the likes. He wrote this short, yet passionate song about feeling alone, drug addiction, missing old friends/regrets (probably the Dolls), and losing his grip on what he had. On a concert album he once said, "I don't fuck anymore. I haven't fucked since 1989. I still get my toe sucked, though. You into toe sucking?" He died of a heroin overdose in New Orleans in 1991.

Now, I'm only sharing this because I have been listening to this song today. It reminds me of how precious it is not to lose the ones you love, so they aren't just memories. But I think you could also do a 21 century version of this tune, because you can't put your arms around a bunch of pixels, either. I wish I could. Wouldn't that be nice? So, to my blog buddies, I leave you with the lame equivalent: *hugs*.

“You Can’t Put Your Arms Around a Memory”
by Johnny Thunders & the Heartbreakers

It doesn’t pay to try,
All the smart boys know why,
It doesn’t mean, I didn’t try,
I just never know, why.
It’s isn’t ’cause I’m all alone
Oh, baby, you’re not home.
And when I’m homeBig deal,
I’m still alone.
It’s so restless, I am,
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense,
down ’side my bones.
And even though it don’t show,
Those guys are so old.
Can’t put your arms around a memory. (x3)
Don’t try...Don’t try.
You’re just a basket case.
And you got no name.
Could you live with me?
Go on and say.
And even though it don’t show
Those guys are so old.
Can’t put your arms around a memory. (x3)
Don’t try...Don’t try.