Like Nobody Is Watching

The kitchen is way dirtier than I expected. I get bored easily, and when Jackie Wilson starts singing "Lonely Teardrops" I find I'd rather dance by myself in an empty house than scrape off the counters or the stovetop.

I wonder if Jackie Wilson wanted to be a legitimate singer, like Caruso or something. I wonder if he was ever dissatisfied with himself, even though he was responsible for creating one of the most perfect songs ever, as well as a bunch of almost perfect songs, like, say, "Reet Petite."