{"id":226,"date":"2011-02-14T20:46:20","date_gmt":"2011-02-15T01:46:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lisaallen-agostini.com\/?p=226"},"modified":"2011-02-14T20:46:20","modified_gmt":"2011-02-15T01:46:20","slug":"song-for-a-lonely-soul","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lisaallen-agostini.com\/?p=226","title":{"rendered":"Song for a lonely soul"},"content":{"rendered":"

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It was 1989? 1990? and I was a wild teenager in acid washed jeans that were strategically ripped across my right buttock cheek, just where my ass could hang out a little bit. My father hated those jeans, threatened to beat me if I wore them another time… but I ignored him and Carnival Tuesday found me in town with that right asscheek hanging out as I chipped behind Minshall following Rudder like a pied piper.<\/p>\n

Soca music<\/em><\/p>\n

Take me, won’t you take me<\/em><\/p>\n

Take me back to my island<\/em><\/p>\n

Trinity mountain<\/em><\/p>\n

Calling me home<\/em><\/p>\n

Taking me high<\/em><\/p>\n


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Soca was never better for me than it was that day, my legs intertwined with the posts of a steel pedestrian barrier as I stood a head and a half higher than the crowd, higher in every sense even though I wasn’t drinking, exhilarated by that song, the mas, the crowd’s euphoria and my own sense of danger and sexiness in those jeans. That song<\/a> raises my pores up to today.<\/p>\n

There’s no soca like the soca of your youth. And that is the reason soca gets “worse” every year. It’s not the music, darling. It’s you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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