Tales From the Gym – Hot Blooded, You’re Making Me Sing

February 25th, 2008

There are songs that pour themselves into your ears like liquid energy and set your soul on fire. And then there are songs that fall from the speakers directly to the floor with a limp sounding thud, where they lie, fuming. Some songs make you want to work yourself into frenzy, while some songs actually make you want to grow fat and lose muscle tone. My gym has chosen a radio station that always delivers the latter. Tonight I was gritting my teeth while changing clothes in hyper-speed; trying to escape from Foreigner’s “Hot Blooded” as quickly as possible.

Now, in Foreigner’s defense, I’m sure this song was sexy and fresh at some point, possibly back in 1978 when Wikipedia tells me it was number three on the Billboard chart. However, by the time I became aware of “Hot Blooded” it had long since grown cold and stale. And that was a really long time ago. Why people continue to play it on the radio escapes me.

But then Alis, gatekeeper of the locker room, started singing along with the speakers…

“I’m hot blooded, check it and see!
I’ve got a fever of a hundred and three!”

There was no trace of irony in her voice, no disdain. She belted out the lyrics with gusto and enthusiasm, even occasionally getting a word wrong like she’d only heard the song once or twice before in her life.

Interrogating a hapless woman who was changing next to me, Alis inquired, in time with the music:

“Come on baby can you do more than dance?
I’m hot blooded! I’m hot blooded!”

“Are you old enough?” Alis demanded of the whole locker room, mopping vigorously. Then, as though the thought had just occurred to her, she stopped to interrogate a woman directly, and in verse: “Will you be ready when I call you bluff?”

“Is my timing right? Did you save your love for me tonight?”

Before the baffled woman could respond, Alis had danced away, still singing.

“Well, I’m hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three…”

Foreigner may have gotten a new lease on freshness.

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