i’ve been listening to “the best of buffalo springfield” these days, thanks to the inspiration of my friend susan (who is a fairly inspirational person in her own right. but that’s about 50 whole other stories.) BC and jools seem to love it. jools mostly loves to sing the lyrics: “stop, hey, what’s that sound, everybody look what’s goin’ down” really loud. (he’s got the whole righteous indignation thing down, too.) but this morning as we rode to jools’ school, the lyrics of another song were bastardized beyond recognition, thanks to BC:

“whoa whoa whoa, mr. soul, i dropped by to pick a patootie.”

i have no idea what BC meant, but i have a feeling that neil young’s lawyers will be calling her soon.