Yup. If there was ever any doubt about whether I have ODD (which there wasn’t, really), now I am (and my family is) very certain that I indeed suffer from it. Except that I don’t suffer – I enjoy every minute of it. I’ve been listening to The Other Side Of Down non-stop in my car and at work, and I’ve found an interesting hidden meaning on the album. David actually guides the listener through a 12-step-program on how to be cured from the Archu-diction.
Step 1. Put one foot front of the other. (Okay, easy enough.)
Step 2. Keep climbing. (This one takes a bit of stamina.)
Step 3. Stomp the roses. (Preferably ones that your significant other didn’t buy, since they might never bring you flowers again if you stomp them to the ground.)
Step 4. Let the stars in your eyes shine.
Step 5. Hang on and hold on tight.
Step 6. Take a step back from your new ringtone. (But what if it’s a David song?)
Step 7. Walk in your own two shoes (And really, you shouldn’t walk in anyone else’s — the doctors say that’s bad for your feet.)
Step 8. Walk on a trampoline. (Yeah, I don’t know how this would work in practice. But trust The Archulator.)
Step 9. Keep on running. (After all that stomping and climbing? Not everyone is as fit as you, David.)
Step 10. Stop and just look around. (Phew. A well-needed break.)
Step 11. Don’t look in the mirror. (It’s probably one that adds 10 pounds anyway.)
Step 12. Walk on, live on and be strong. (Together, Archies. Together.)
Wow. That Archie sure loves his exercise, huh? Unfortunately his efforts of curing people from ODD are all in vain, because most of us are in this elevator for life. And ODD tends to be contagious….
As I’ve told you earlier, I’m a gym instructor for seniors, meaning people who are retired. I make all the warm-up and stretching routines myself, to David’s songs of course.
Now, one would think I’m a kind-hearted gal, who just wants her class to completely empty their minds of all stress and trouble. But no. I’ve found the relaxation-sequence is the perfect time to brainwash people. They are drifting towards sleep, letting the music fill their senses, kinda like those tapes that you listen to while sleeping, that repeat mantras like “you don’t need to smoke to be happy” or “you are a worthy, important person,” or the one I have that says “krhrhhrhrhh” (that’s not actually a tape – it’s my fiancé snoring.).
All they can hear is the soothing voice of a young man, singing straight from his soul. By the time the song ends, people realize they need to wake up, but all they want to do is go back to that magical voice. Which is where I step in. About 90% of the people in my classes have asked me who the singer is and commented on how beautiful his voice sounds. Of course I try my best to act casual when proudly telling them the singer is half-Honduran, half-American, only 19 years of age and very humble. Then I show them a picture of him, and the reaction is always the same. “What a beautiful looking boy.”
Beautiful indeed. So beautiful, that to me “My Kind Of Perfect” might as well have been named “David.”
P.S. In case anyone missed it, here’s the Cambio chat from last night.
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