The Wily Filipino

Hands.

I've noticed that some of my favorite lines from Dave Wakeling and Company involve hands:

I held your hands
rings but none on that finger
we danced and danced
but I was scared to go much further with it

And the best use of enjambment in an '80s pop song:

Just hold my hand while I come
To a decision on it.

Meanwhile, the English Beat concert at the Red Devil Lounge last night must have been the most cramped, hottest, sweatiest, beer-spillingest concert I've been to. Loved it anyway. Poor Smoothie got crushed, Candy got beer spilled on her, and when the band broke into "Tears of a Clown" and these middle-aged guys started moshing right in front of me, I saw D-Dog take his arms from around Candy and angrily shove one of the guys right smack into another. Lucky he didn't get ejected. (Dave said, "Gents, watch out for the ladies!") But really, you can't lose with a set that combines the best of the first and third albums (with a couple of dips into All the Rage, of course).