Platter #6!

I was just reminded by the unforgettable song on TV, but Snyder and Drew missed out on one of the great moments of the trip down south. Erik Jensen gave the sweetest lip-synched rendition of "Only You" in of all places, Young Flannigan’s. Let me set the scene.

(Before continuing I ask that you download "Only You" by the Platters and have it playing as you read. Jensen you can just put the vinyl on the turntable and relive your greatest moment.)

Saturday morning / afternoon in a dark, dirty, little watering hole adorning the owner's namesake "Young Flannigan’s" day #3 in the bayou begins for us cretins. An eclectic crowd of misfits congregates around the circular bar as the tender (without an acknowledgment of the patrons presence) ensures each glass remains full of the preferred inebriant. Drew had gutted out an inspiring 3 games of "monkey toss" on the megaT before eventually succumbing to the previous night's tequila+felafel gut rot that would put even Nick Nolte's tail between his legs. A plate of "huge frickin nachos" and a mountain of onion rings helps Jensen and I avoid the stares of the flamethrowers that were perched across the bar complete with pink feather boas. To make a short story (which I have made long) somewhat shorter, what followed was some more digital monkey wacking (MegaT not the flamethrowers), confirmation of a thong being worn by a bayou bengal (aka cougar), and some obligatory monster truck talk with aforementioned tender. The tab next came, and we then paid. As we prepared for departure the jukebox in the corner started to get warm thanks to an elderly couple that had apparently gotten lost looking for Harrahs, but had plugged the juke full of nickels all the same. It was at this time when a melody came spewing out filling the room, of which my ears had never heard. Myself standing and wondering why Jensen continued to sit, noticed that it is this sweet sweet serenade that Jensen was waiting for. As the Platters greatest hit "Only You" thrust through the speaks I realized that for all intensive purposes Jensen was alone in his own mind and world. For the next 2 minutes and 46 seconds Platter #6 slowly, sweetly, yet scarily lip-sang the most passionate performance I have ever witnessed. I tried to tell myself that he was transporting himself to his far away love Alison, but looking back I am not entirely convinced this was the case. I of the belief now that his eyes were not in fact closed but instead looking down towards his green bean stirred bloody mary. When the juke silenced, he reluctantly uprooted from his chair and we exited Young Flannigan’s without speaking a word, partly because I was so choked up which was just as well because there are not words in the English language that can even begin to describe that experience. I give you Platter #6!

(one of you techies need to photoshop in Jens / Platter #6)