SIX VIEWS OF DIONNE WARWICK'S "PROMISES, PROMISES" (LP, Scepter Records, produced by Bacharach-David, year unlisted)
VI.
I had just discovered fire. Of course I hadn't called it fire yet. We didn't have a proper language in those days, just some gestures and sounds to convey things like "get out of the way" or "it's time to make babies." I knew when the men came home from the hunt and saw that I had a fire burning in front of my cave, they'd go completely insane with the whooping and hollering and pounding their chests. A fire already burning, just ready to cook up some wooly mammoth as its parts were hauled in from the tundra? Forget about it! I was gonna have my pick of any and all of the cream of the crop, and I was going to munch on the tenderest bones, besides. I played music on a hollow reed: "Wanting Things." It's a Bacharach-David song off of a Dionne Warwick album. Of course I didn't know to call it that yet. I warmed my hands and thought of the evening to come. My skin was tingling.