The Clubdate Singer Speaks! Chapter 2: Mandingo
Disclaimer: The following story is an
actual event, as all of the vignettes in the 'Clubdate Singer Speaks'
series are. For 8 years, I was a member of one of the top Orchestras in
the nation. Though it was an enjoyable time, it was also at times, quite
painful. I took to writing initially to assuage my distress, and this
is one of those times when the pen (or keyboard) proved to be a healing
tool. I have considered publishing this series, and would appreciate
your thoughts...
I’ve
been groped and propositioned (by men and women). Interestingly, these same
people would run from me if they saw me on the street in the middle of the
night. Six feet tall, Over 250 pounds, dark skin, bald head, earrings in both
ears… Your worst nightmare, now your Saturday night fantasy…
“ Reach out to me, for satisfaction, call my name, for quick reaction…. Hold on, I’m coming…”
That does it. One leans over and whispers. “ I wanna dance with you” I do not reply, just smile…
“Mustang Sally, I think you better slow your mustang down…”
“Mandingo” - 2002
I’m sure that’s what’s on
her mind as she watches me. Or perhaps Jungle fever…
I listen to the words that
I sing, somehow detached…
“I feel a change, something moves, I scream your
name, look what you got me doing…
Darling I, can’t get enough of your love
babe…”
Damn that Barry White! As I
sing about his orgasm, my harem
grows...
There are four of them now, standing in a half circle in front of me,
swaying to the rhythm, leering at me. My congas are my protective barrier, my
fortress. You can have my voice, but that’s it. I look around the room, shake
my head and smile to myself.. This is too deep...
The
dance floor is packed, people moving, sweating, fantasizing. I understand that this is the desired result.
We sell fantasy, my band and I. We sing songs that bring out old memories, and
help people make new ones, in a setting that is most surreal.
Weddings aren’t real life,
you see. They are a fantasy, a high-priced dream state, and we are there to
perpetuate it. I wonder if this couple
will still be together by the time the wedding is paid for. This thing had to
have cost 100 grand easy… We could feed a nation with that kind of money, and
if they can spend this on a wedding? Jesus, there’s no recession, these folks
have all the money. But I digress. Back to my girls…They leer, I wink. I growl,
they swoon.
“ I was brought up on a side street, I learned how to love, before
I could eat… When I start lovin’, I can’t stop…”
'The myth' is in full effect.
I’m rough, tough, and the only thing bigger than my member is my libido.Yes, I’m a soul man, one in
a long line of men that can sing a song, and make you sweat….
“ Reach out to me, for satisfaction, call my name, for quick reaction…. Hold on, I’m coming…”
That does it. One leans over and whispers. “ I wanna dance with you” I do not reply, just smile…
“Mustang Sally, I think you better slow your mustang down…”
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