My red-headed friend Catherine and I are visiting the Duck Room at Blueberry Hill Thursday to see KT Tunstall perform. I look forward to expanding my KT Tunstall knowledge beyond the one song VH1 has determined I "Oughta Know." I know already, I've seen her giant red lips singing the "woo-hoo" song at least once every two hours.
Don't know what I'm talking about? (Mom)
Too cool to watch VH1? (Libby) Has better things to do with her time (Libby)
Click here http://www.kttunstall.com/ and click Album at the bottom, then the Black Horse and Cherry Tree video. Do it about 200 times. You'll have caught up.
Even with the overkill, I like the song. I find myself in my freezer singing "Meeaatt-LOAF, Meeaaattt-LOAF -LOAF-LOAF, I want meeaat-loaf, meatloaf is what I need" (stomp).
The only problem is that the performance is at Blueberry Hill, where no woman of a certain age in Saint Louis will use the bathroom. This is because Chuck Berry is tight with the owner (Chuck performs there once a month) and Saint Louis Women of a Certain Age remember the time Chuck Berry placed video cameras in the women's toilets at the restaurant he owned outside of town. The maddening thing is no one else seems to know this about Chuck, except you can go here and check out the second bullet point of 'Chuck Berry in One Minute.'
It was no little known fact here. What is too dainty about the bullet, "Was arrested for having cameras in the female toilets of his Southern Air restaurant" is that the cameras...were IN...the toilets. What, you thought he filmed women washing their hands -- (Damn, I swear to you, that KT Tunstall thing is on VH1 again, at this very moment) -- no, he FILMED women's evacuations. 200 women had to present the clothing they wore the day they visited the Southern Air to see if it matched the clothing on the periphery of the shot. Ugggh. Pervert. Plea bargained his way out of it.
I drive past the shuttered up Southern Air about once a year. I wish someone would buy it, disinfect it, and bring back the biscuits and gravy, because no one fears it anymore. We fear the Blueberry Hill where Chuck is revered. We fear that was the deal with the owner - "Yeah, I'll play for you one Wednesday a month, just keep that potty porn coming."