"Did you know it's "Kiss from a Rose on the gray", not "on the grave"? Half of the attendees scoffed; this (almost-legendary) debate over the lyrics had been an inevitable talking point for the "Kiss From A Rose" appreciation club from the start. And in a time where we crowdsource Bing for help, it's rather refreshing to find arguments won here with bold passion and wild gesticulation.
One of the founding members, Big Tom, shot up from his chair, "It's 'grave' — a clear tip of the hat to Danny Elfman's The Cemetary song in Batman Returns." These six-hour meetings have a tendency to go off the rails much like Grammy-winner Seal's creative use of imagery in his songs. We usually got to discuss budget concerns after our meeting-burrito, but there was a distinct smell of electricity in the room tonight.
We didn't need Batman to solve why we were all recent co-signees of a lease on Nervous Street. The anniversary of the song was in two months, it hung over us like a chandelier made of running chainsaws. These shenanigans, of course, were not exclusive to our club as I have a bar buddy who often traded terrifying war stories of the (now defunct) Vengaboys' "We Like The Party" association.
Diana, the club's mother hen, de-escalated the situation by offering another topic: which local florist had the "most likely to kiss" roses? I smiled weakly. I knew I was going to miss another job interview, but it just can't compare to a conversation like this.
Nothing rarely does.