This one’s for Kitty, who just texted me from the Throbbing Gristle concert. Hamburger Lady, it said, but I know she’d much rather be listening to Sia, who has such a big voice coming out of the chest of such a little Aussie girl. She’s a more reachable model for my morning of song; that glorious day when I shall rise up singing; Nina Simone as a white girl, lanky but with soulful hips.
I may never be Nina, but possibly Sia. It could happen, y’know:
And sometimes I’m Hamburger Lady, but mostly just NOT.