Crazy

Crazy, I'm crazy for feelin' so lonely.
I'm crazy, crazy for feelin' so blue.
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday, you'd leave me for somebody new.

Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wonderin', what in the world did I do?
Oh, crazy, for thinking that my love could hold you.
I'm crazy for tryin', and I'm crazy for cryin',
And I'm crazy for lovin' you.

No, no reason. Why?

When Kay and I travelled to Memphis together, at Halloween two years ago, we visited the famous Sun Studio and I recorded that song in the booth where Elvis used to sing. I have the recording on a CD that looks like an old 45 rpm. It's one of my most cherished possessions.

I chose that song not because it's my best, but because they didn't have any Connie Francis or Nancy Sinatra or Blondie. Those are my best. But it doesn't suck, at least I don't think it does, and Ace, who is a trained musician, and can tell suckitude when he hears it, said it wasn't bad.

Of course, he's my friend and may have just been being kind.

I wish I had a microphone. I could totally nail that song right now. And I want to have a cigarette in my hand while I'm doing it.

Oh, man, do I want a cig bad right now.

Instead of having a cigarette, Sass takes drugs.