We are flying by the seat
of our pants…” –Ken Weathersby
Which, when you think about it,
ain’t all that bad.
I mean, hey, it could be
“Seating by the fly of our pants”!
Right! Besides, the Planet Herself
sings something similar:
“Flying By The Heat Of The Dance”!
And you pretty much gotta trust Her,
even if that means twiddling your thumbs
while she makes Her way through Her medley–
part lounge-act, part hootenanny–
featuring them “old chestnuts” like
- “I’m An Old Cowhand (From The Rio Grande)”
“Row, Row, Row Your Boat (Row, Row, Row)”
“Old MacDonald Had A Farm (E-I-E-I-O)”
along with a latin-beat arrangement
of “Turkey In The Straw”
and even a rappish “Over The Rainbow”
before windin’ down to ballad renditions
of “Comin’ Round The Mountain” segueing
cleverly to “I Left My Heart In San Francisco”
where of course we get “Sunrise, Sunset”…
Then, if the mood is right, She kicks in
an encore, scattin’ up tempo to the changes
of (what did you expect?) Fly Me To The Moon”!
A grand time was had, is had, by all:
“Flying by the seat of our pants”!
-Lawson Fusao Inada
