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Roadworrier

Lapland

I was working late Sunday night and had my iTunes playlist running. A song I hadn't heard in a long while, "Glory Box" by Portishead, came on. Suddenly, my life flashed back to that nude club in Anaheim, CA where I wasted a late afternoon one day in 1996, which is when I probably first heard that song. It was a Latina dancer, I don't know if she was particularly hot, I don't remember if she did a lap dance for me, but she was indeed nude, and that was like the slowest but coolest stripper song ever.

My mind flashed forward to the mid-2000s and my occasional forays into the Crystal City Restaurant in Arlington, VA, basically a local restaurant with go-go dancers in pasties. During that era I was still traveling to Dubai, where of course the Russian/Ukrainian/Krgyz and Chinese gals at the hotel bars, drinking their beers with straws, provided OTC. So back then, strip clubs for me were like a remnant of the uptight old U.S......

The CCR had no lap dances but Interestingly, had one of the best DJ's in any club, who could mix up some really good rock (no "Girls Girls Girls" here) with classic 70s and 80s slow-burning R & B.....and of course I remembered them playing "Glory Box", while a gorgeous blonde gal in a pink mesh something sailed around the pole and proceeded to remove her pink mesh stripper dress thingie. I remember it was during kind of a dark period after both my parents had died and some things were going on in my job, so it kind of hit me pretty hard, especially since at that place the girls would get a tip, maybe squeeze your shoulder and say thank you, and then vanish in back, the sound of her Lucite heels clicking across the floor and disappearing into the darkness. So the song became about that blonde in the pink mesh stripper dress thingie who got away.

I remember downloading the song shortly thereafter, where it remains in my collection.

The third time I heard the song in a club was maybe a year or so ago at the Millstream in Baltimore, during one of my always memorable 30 minute sessions in the cabana with Rosie. It was only once that the DJ played it, but I always associate the song with her, because I had not heard at a strip club since, or anywhere until it poured out of my desk speakers this evening. It is probably the one song out of thousands and thousands in my collection that I associate exclusively with a stripper. I haven't seen Rosie in a long time, as I don't get up to Baltimore anymore. Maybe I should text her to find out how she's doing and that I'm still alive.

Anybody else have a song reminding you of your favorite stripper, or even club?