So I’m at this most interesting place creatively where a lot of really cool things are coalescing and – stars lining up and all things willing – moving in the direction of getting even cooler. It’s that whole serendipity-of-life dance. You know, where anything can happen.
Which brings me to one of my favorite songs ever (because I’m a super-cornball; sorta, not really; okay, maybe). Anyway, it’s from a skillion years ago (1988, to be exact) when I was but a wee (okay, not so wee) post-collegiate lass just really learning to navigate her professional and personal way in the wilds of adulthood. Something about this song, both lyrically and melodically, struck me from the first time I heard it and it’s remained in some form of active listening rotation for me ever since. It’s from pop group Was (Not Was)‘s eclectic joint, What Up, Dog?
People loved Walk The Dinosaur on this album, but that wasn’t the one that did it for me. This song I’m about to speak on? This was my jawn. It had me at hello.
With a Bruce Hornsby-esque flourish of an intro, the song, appropriately titled “Anything Can Happen,” tells a love story of sorts of a guy hooking up one night with a girl who’s not exactly the cutest thing in the world, but she’s got money and flash and she’s lonely and more than a little bit sad, and so why the hell not, he figures. But, whaddya know, in a most unexpected okie-doke, he ends up actually falling for her. Because sometimes love catches you sideways like that. Comes at you like a crab.
Love. Crabs. Perhaps I should not mix these metaphorically.
Anyway, my favorite part of the song is the hook, which goes…
When the underdog is hungry the favorite might fall
With all of the people yelling and clapping
Anything can happen, anything at all
Yeah. I love the hell out of that.
So that’s where I am right now. In that “anything can happen” space, except I’m doing this dance not with a would-be lover, but with my creative endeavors. Dancing by the light of the video screen. Hoping to not get crabs. Unless they’re blue crabs. Or dungeness. Or snow or Alaskan king. In which case, yes, bring on the crabs!!!
Here’s the song. And here’s to all the hungry underdogs unexpectedly knocking out the favorites as the crowd cheers on.
2 thoughts on “Anything Can Happen.”
You are frkn awesome!!!! Sooo much of your moms energy!!!!!
Thank you Joel, xoxo!!! I miss her so much.