Musical Mondays—Knock On Wood

So, at least today's Musical Monday makes some kind of sense to me. We've been getting hammered by thunderstorms here this past week. Every. Single. Day.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I loves me some thunderstorms.  Growing up near Portland, I remember getting 6 or 7 good thunderstorms a year. But living in the Bay Area, we were lucky if we got 1 thunderstorm every 2 to 3 years and I've been in withdrawals (and, yes, I always hear Hagrid's voice when I use that word).

Since we'd been looking at Pittsboro for awhile before moving, I knew we'd get lots and lots of thunderstorms here, and I've been looking forward to it. The cats, on the other hand, I am certain are scheming my demise.  And I can't say I blame them.

Sometimes the thunderstorms here are what I'd call normal—pretty lightening and moderate to loud thunder. Sometimes we're just on the edge of the storm and we'll hear rolling thunder of in the distance. And sometimes we're right smack dab in the middle of it.

And when we are, several of our thunderstorms are accompanied with tornado warnings, which we're still not quite sure how to handle. We mostly make sure the storage area under the stairs is cleared out enough to serve as shelter if we need it. And even when there's no tornado warning, the thunder is deafening. I've decided foley artists probably come to Pittsboro to record thunder for horror movies—It's crazy loud, sounds like it's right on top of the house, and I swear it shakes the house and the fillings in my teeth at least as much as any earthquake I ever felt in California.

Anyhow, this song has been on a loop in my head. I had no idea how many artists have covered this song—Wilson Pickett, Cher, James Taylor, and so many more. I know it's the Amii Stewart disco queen version that I'm hearing in my head, and honestly, thunderstorms just became a lot scarier after taking a look at her getup in the video. Is that a fascinator? I have to say I prefer the Otis Redding and Guy Sebstian versions.

Knock On Wood
Eddie Floyd and Steve Croppe

I don't want to lose you
This good thing
That I got
'Cause if I do
I will surely,
surely lose a lot
'Cause your love is better
Than any love I know
It's like thunder and lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock, knock on wood, baby

I'm not superstitious about ya
But I can't take no chance
You got me spinnin', baby
You know I'm in a trance
'Cause your love is better
Than any love I know
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightenin'
You better knock, knock, knock on wood, baby

Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock

It's no secret about it
'Cause with his lovin' touch
He sees to it
That I get enough
With his touch all over
You know it means so much
It's like thunder and lightnin'
The way you love me is frightenin'
You better knock, knock on wood, baby

Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood

Scary disco psychedelic

More bluesy, soul