Lisa once told me that her favorite Beasties song is Brass Monkey. Of course she really enjoyed The Stones a bit more overall, but she loved dancing to the crazy cacaphony of that funky monkey.
The song shuffled onto my Touch this morning as I apropos-priately rode the F train this morning.
F is for Fook, ya know.
And now you know what song will be on repeat in my head tomorrow, the day we memorialize virtually and in the flesh our favorite rocker bitch.
Brass monkey… that funky monkey…
Awwww.
You know what is strange? Karl posted a picture of her for her memorial service and in that picture, she is wearing a shirt that I have also. Now, whenever I see that shirt (as I did this morning doing laundry), I will think of her.
It’s things like that which help keep a person’s memory alive.