So I got home from working a double shift yesterday and crashed out around 7pm. When I woke up at 3am I knew I fucked up, my schedule was doomed to be screwed, I couldn’t get back to sleep. What to do? I could finish “Be My Baby” – the autobiography of Ronnie Spector I was 30 pages away from finishing – that sounded good. But I wanted coffee. And pancakes. That equals a date with Denny’s.
I spent about 3 hours there, finished “Be My Baby” ate my pancakes, drank my coffee and started a new book, “Let it Blurt” the bio of Lester Bangs by Jim DeRogatis (it’s great, by-the-way). I was in my own space, immersed in the terrible, freaked-out yet transcendent world of America’s greatest rock critic when something broke through. Trickling thinly through the small, dotted loudspeakers in the ceiling came, “my heart is beating like a jungle drum! Ta dug da dug dug a dug a dug dug…”
Is it a reborn Nancy Sinatra? Is it.. what the heck is it? 2 years ago I would have been doomed to remembering the chorus and then googling it when I got home. 10 years ago maybe I wouldn’t have ever found out who it was “dug a dug dugging.” But it’s 2010 so I hoisted my G1 smart phone in the air and hit tag on Shazam. A few seconds later “Emiliana Torrini – Jungle Drum” was the answer I’d been looking for.
I got home and downloaded it. Wow. The track is even better with the little electronic flourishes I couldn’t make out on the shitty Denny’s soundsystem. And the video is whimsical and sexy. You’re in love Emiliani Torrini? Well, so am I.