When Michael Sembello released ‘Bossa Nova Hotel‘ back in 1983,
I immediately bought it.
Who the hell is that?
If you remember the movie ‘Flashdance’, there was a song called ‘Maniac’.
That was Michael Sembello.
This guy/musician/singer has floated underneath the radar for years.
Maybe that’s how he wanted it.
His brother Danny has eluded the mainstream as well.
Both are intensely talented artists.
When I first listened to the album (and it was a vinyl record then) one song
seemed to stick out; Superman
“As you stand at the edge of existence and the world has forgotten your name After life after life you remember the secret
He’s as fast as a speeding bullet Change the water into wine And the last time he came They cursed his name With a kryptonite cross they cut him down
[Chorus] Superman Are we ever going to see you again If we do will you teach us how to fly above the sky?
Some say at the end of the tunnel There’s a light that will show us the way It’s a light that belongs to the people of every nation, color or creed
I can’t speak for all of the sinners I don’t know any saints I could ask It’s been 2000 years since we’ve seen you We need you Please come back
All of the pain in your life How can we ever repay? And the answer, you said is in the life that you led, Superman”
I knew who Sembello was talking about back in ’83.
Then I read THIS.
I thought, “Sembello was already there 30 years ago!”
Maybe it’s just a continuation of a long ago story but it’s one that needs to be told.
I believe in God.
And I believe in artists that convey the Word in a way that invites the world to believe.
And we all know what the world needs.
Yeah, Dionne Warwick said it best . . .
We need LOVE.
We need people to care for that errant stranger lost in the Market Basket parking lot of life.
We NEED random acts of kindness to show the Man upstairs that we still care.
We all need to be Superman, a Man of Steel . . .
There’s no end to his nefarious mathematical machinations and assiduous dedication
in finding you the biggest friggin’ refund on your taxes this year.
(whether you deserve it or not)
He’s H&R Block with the social charisma of Manhattan all in one.
If he can’t get you the refund you truly dream of, he’ll go all Dirty Harry on somebody’s ass until he does.
Just don’t call him Admiral!
His name is Doug.
Got this ‘Hero’ post idea from Kat.
Click on the Admiral above and visit her blog.
Links to the Hero Factory and posting details are there.
I had a blast with this and laughed my keester off when I saw my final result.
It’s ironic that my dad was once an accountant.
Let me know when you create your ‘Hero’ and I’ll link to them below this post.
Could be fun to see what everyone comes up with.
700 big ones?
What the hell is going on here?
Maybe I REALLY don’t want to know.
So much crap I will never understand
Maybe the j0KER does . . .
I can’t even wrap my head around a number like a billion.
Slice to 0pen, staple to close
the mar00n red smear of a greasepaint smile, a calling card in cumulonimbus,
pregnant with dark water
Black crack, skies 0pen
0pen eyes close
an inc0mprehensible and maniacal palette of colour; in whites, greens, blacks and reds
a primary psych0tic mind in full fundamental whack
as the world begins to hem0rrhage innuend0
No way 0ut, dead end streets
rain falls like shattering glass
n0thing makes sense in this n0nsensical w0rld
c0nfusing time with the present, time with the past
Tomorr0w draws its shades, a sullen and squalid twist
his brain cells turning to a darkened shade of 0chre
Slice to 0pen, staple to cl0se
to the NetherWorld goes the J0ker . . .