Day 714: Let’s Go Bongos

Eleven days ago, I wrote a post called “Go Ham,” wherein I defined and riffed on an expressive term used by the fabulous Danise


from Mount Auburn Hospital Cardiac Rehab. I am now coining my own term

Go Bongos

which is similar to “Go Ham,” “Go Crazy,” and “Go Bonkers” (the latter defined on as

go bonkers (third-person singular simple present goes bonkers, present participle going bonkers, simple past went bonkers, past participle gone bonkers)

(informal) To lose one’s sanity.
We all knew he’d gone bonkers after he started speaking only gibberish.
(informal) To have a good time.
Everyone should just go bonkers at my next birthday party.

(go insane): go nuts, lose one’s marbles
(have fun): cut loose, go bananas, have a blast, have fun, let loose.)

Why “go bongos” today?

I thought you’d never ask.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been suggesting to my boyfriend Michael that we get his twin brother a pair of bongos for Christmas. Despite Michael telling me this was not a great idea, I kept going bongos over what a terrific present I thought that would be.

Also, I’m seeing a new cardiologist today and my current cardiologist(s) on Wednesday. I might go bongos when talking to them, as we try to figure out what the &*#!!@#!!  is going on with my bongoin’ heart and cardiac pacemaker.

Before I go bongos any more in this post, I think it’s time for some music, don’t you? I shall not go bongos today by using “Let’s Go Crazy” by Prince,  because I already bongo’d out with that in the aforementioned  post 11 days ago.

I just searched YouTube for “bongos” and went bongos over this:

I wonder if that guy playing bongos to Santana‘s version of “Oye Como Va” is going bongos because he has OVER 232,000 VIEWS on YouTube. I wonder if my singing along to Pat Metheny’s “Third Wind” will ever get views like that!?

I’d definitely be going bongos if I believed that.

Here are some photos I took yesterday, as I was going bongos over my son playing the lead in a play in Arlington, Massachusetts, USA  and during my walk around that town looking for bongos (among other things) before the play started):

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That’s Alan Tauber, from Drum Connection, going bongos on an African drum and helping me go bongos too, literally, after we had a long and interesting conversation about cardiologists, general practitioners, psychotherapists, drums, the therapy groups I do, and several people we knew in common. How does one literally go bongos?  By buying some bitchin’ bongos,* that’s how.

After I went bongos in these different ways, I went to the third showing of the absurdist play “Being Borrowed” that Aaron, among other talented teenagers, has been going bongos in all weekend. I hope it didn’t drive Aaron bongos that I was sitting up on stage — very close to his starring performance — this time.

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Those last two photos don’t show my son (he’s the one going bongos with the red beard and no pants). That’s Aaron’s cousin Victoria as The King and Aaron’s friend Dan, who (1) bongo’d around the stage during a “Time Race” celebration, (2) played a box in the play, and (3) was going bongos when he, Aaron, and I went to see comedian Norm MacDonald Friday night.

A couple more things to go bongos over before I go bongos today with Danise, people at work, the new cardiologist, and a sleep specialist.

First, here’s a bumper sticker of somebody who is most definitely NOT going bongos:


Here’s some things Michael and I went bongos over, yesterday evening, at our local supermarket:


I think my mother would have gone bongos if she had lived to see the day there would be THAT MANY VARIETIES OF PAM (a cooking spray she really liked).

In conclusion, here’s Harley


our cat who goes bongos over most loud noises, like the doorbell. However, when I went bongos on these last night


Harley didn’t go bongos, at all.

Therefore, I’m keeping those bitchin’ bongos* FOR MYSELF.  End of story.

Thanks to anybody who has ever gone bongos, in any way, at any point in their lives (including you,  of course, since anybody who visits here makes me go bongos in the best sense of that made-up phrase).

* I’m calling these my bitchin’ bongos because sometimes I have trouble expressing anger and I’ve already found it VERY helpful and healing to accompany myself on the bongos while I’m bitching about (1) mixed messages from doctors, (2) not enough sleep, (3) tasks I don’t want to do, and (4) things I cannot control in the moment, like computer interface changes that are supposed to be “improvements” but actually make things  more difficult for me.**

** All of which tend to make me go bongos.

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23 thoughts on “Day 714: Let’s Go Bongos

  1. Love the terms “going bongos” and “going ham” and may well have to incorporate both into my vocabulary. Glad you got yourself those bitchin’ bongos. Will I hear you from here?
    I got some of that chocolate bark the other day but fear if I open the bag I will eat them all. That would be not at all good for me, but it would be bitchin’.

  2. Love your beat Ann 🙂

  3. Looking forward to hearing what this fellow has to say! Thinking of you today. I was thinking that drumming is about keeping rhythm. Also i was reminded of one of my favorite songs from when i was a little kid- i always admired the voice of the narrator because she is saying strong words to stand up for herself and what she knows she does and doesn’t want. I don’t remember the name but the first stanza is “you and i travel to the beat of a different drum”. I don’t think my interpretation as a kid had much to do w the content about breaking up w someone but rather, i heard her self knowlege, confidence, determination and her ability to declare all this without putting down the person she is singing to. i associated this song w today’s post, for several reasons. But suffice to say The ways you practice the art of thinking and feeling at, more or less, the same time, Ann? – that’s music!

    • That song was written by Michael Nesmith of the Monkees and it was the first time I heard the beautiful voice of Linda Rondstadt. I’ll link to it here when I get home later. Thanks for your beautiful thoughts as always, Carol.

  4. I always sit as close to the stage as possible when Mr. T performs – how else am I going to get good pictures? 🙂

  5. My mother was always on stage and my daughter is a theatre director, so I have spent a lot of time attending plays, which I love. That’s one seriously unfinished sidewalk you came across.

    • I love plays and I love learning things about your family. My pictures created a stage effect — an illusion. The sidewalk was all walkable (despite the signs) and the dug-up portion was off to the side.

  6. I hope the cardiologists sing you a sweet tune that removes the need of bongos, Ann.

  7. Kentucky Angel

    Love your photos, as usual Ann. And going bongos will probably show up in my vocabulary now that it seems to have taken root, right along with my other freakin’ expressions. I hope I never come across a sidewalk as closed as the one you photographed, because my power chair and I travel down sidewalks. Some of my escape routes do have potholes large enough to bury me though, so I have to watch carefully where I drive. Just crossing the street is sometimes like playing chicken with oncoming traffic. Hope you can find a good cardiologist soon. I can recommend my own, but you would have to travel here to see him, or one of his colleagues.

    • I always love when you find your way here. I appreciate all the words in your vocabulary (freakin’ or not). Thanks for your kind hopes and encouragement.

  8. I’m very curious about the storyline that requires Aaron to be on stage without his pants!

    Harley appears very mellow.

    I look forward to the day you post a video or audio file of yourself going bongos, or just playing them!

    • I was very curious about that, too, Maureen. Without going too bongos about the storyline or my interpretation of it, I’ll say that Aaron’s character was stuck on a bench with two other people and that he escaped by getting out of his pants. That may have symbolized freedom from the strictures of societal conventions (or stated another way, going bongos).

      I look forward to any day when you post a comment!

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