The subject was bad cover albums.
“The Backstreet Boys doing Pink Floyd. Any album.”
“Ariana Grande doing the entire soundtrack of Oklahoma.”
“Jimmy Buffet doing Rolling Stones Start Me Up.”
“Sammy Hagar could pull that off.”
“Lorde doing Abby Road, the entire album.”
“Oh my God that would be awful.”
“Sir Paul doing Poison’s Greatest Hits.”
“You’re killing me.”
“You’re safe baby brother. You’re safe.”
I was driving. My brothers Andy and Val were doing one of their “lists.”
Andy, the eldest of the two, is a professional singer. Val is just a judgmental hipster, and extremely good at it. He is also a finance/money guy. No he does not accept bribes, or do disgusting things with underaged girls, or go out of his way to profit off of breaking laws or hurting people. I love them both to the ends of the earth.
Another voice chimed in. “Stevie Nicks doing Jimmy Buffets Songs We Know By Heart Album.”
“That is brilliant and horrible…what the fuck?” My brother Val slid to the door and almost let himself out as we drove down the freeway at 70mph (maybe 75.)
“What? I’m a ghost but I have an opinion,” said a voice as a body appeared next to Val in the backseat of my car.
“You guys, this is Nigel. Nigel, my brothers Andy and Val.”
“Jewels, there is a Ghost in your car,” said Andy.
“I’m Juliette’s Ghost. Well, not HER ghost, because she is a Vampire, and she isn’t me, but I am a ghost and I am in her car. What of it?”
“It’s OK. Chill out. Nigel is annoying but he’s fine. Everything is fine.” I said, trying not to run off of the road or into anyone.
By the way, Vampires can see ghosts but that doesn’t mean we like them, or at least not usually. We usually do not like ghosts. I just happen to have one who hangs out with me more frequently than I’d like.
Three Vampires, and a ghost, in a car, on the freeway, at night.
We continued on down the road to my house talking about cover songs, uncovered songs, and the state of men’s fashion. Well, they talked, I just listened and drove.
Just another night.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman