Not my baby. My baby’s carburetor seems to be just fine from what I can tell. It’s some blues dude on the radio singing about how his baby’s got a bad carburetor. We’re in Scott’s garage and the only channel he can get up here in the hills is K-Jazz. Apparently, Sunday afternoon is all blues.

At first I was intrigued with where “My baby’s got a bad carburetor” might be going and thought the song was going to take us on the journey of how his baby was frustrated with him and maybe it was time for her to stop by and see the Mr. Jiffy Lube man for a little oil change. The carburetor was going to be a metaphor for how their two hearts were just not firing on all cylinders any more and how all this “misfiring” was leading her to seek out comfort from the Mr. Jiffy Lube man.

Cuz face it, any blues song that’s about an oil change and keeping everything properly lubricated has got to be a blues song that’s not even trying to be subtle about the ol’ “boomchicawowwow.”

So I listened.

So… he sang about how he went to the mountain top. He sang about how his baby done him wrong. There were some righteous guitar licks, but… nope, nothing. No, “my spark plug never misfired for you”, “my engine always blew a gasket when you’re around” and not a hint of “girl could grind those gears like Mario Andretti at a monster truck rally.”

A missed opportunity if you ask me.

I mean, I could have even gone for some bluesy metaphors comparing her heart to a car’s carburetor and how the mix of air and gasoline used to be so fine, but now her valves are clogged and our love is sputtering and choking and please don’t go to the Mr. Jiffy Lube man honey, come back to our garage of love and together we can get this engine of romance purring again.

But no. Nothing. Just some “going to the mountain top” and a bunch of other pretty cliché blues lyrics and a few righteous guitar licks.

Now I’m pissed at this guy. He set me up with “My baby’s got a bad carburetor” and he didn’t deliver, and now… I’m thinking about it.

I mean, look at this email. I was gonna update you on some of the incredible feedback we’re still getting from our Metropolis shows in Los Angeles. I mean look at these quotes:

sally.123
Such a wonderful evening. You go far beyond just “fantastic”… you create stuff no one could have imagine imagined!

@sarah2war
This is incredibly relevant right now. And on top of that, it’s one of the most perfect things I’ve seen in a long time, it’s haunting and beautiful and timeless.

Ricardo, U.S. Navy (Veteran) 1991 – 2002
Thank you Vox Lumiere for the amazing and unique experience! Definitely a must see for any silent movie fan. Loved the live band.

cheryl.leach
I HAD A BLAST!!!!! Smokin’ hot performers!

Haunt_freak_13
This was so cool at the Frida! Glad I went.

@duudeler
ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. I recommend everyone to check it out!!!!!!!!

capobianco.chiara
We loved it.

sangrialea
Was unbelievable!!

girlonthego4u
AMAZING!!!

And I was gonna tell you about the calls we’re getting from planetariums and how we’re booking a super cool new Vox Lumiere 360° Metropolis, and how we’ve taken Metropolis and augmented it and reformatted it to take advantage of the unique and immersive 360° visual experience that is only available with the fulldome. And… how our 360° Metropolis (along with the high energy, live performance and original new music) is gonna give audiences an unprecedentedly mind-blowing experience that will allow them a more engaging and exciting connection to this epic classic sci fi film. 

Check out this video test we just did:

https://pull-zone1.b-cdn.net/metropolis%20dome%20test%20wMUSIC-comp.mov

But no… I’m halfway through the second verse of “My baby’s got a bad carburetor” and our heart broken blues man is confronting the Mr. Jiffy Lube man by telling him he may be all slick and smooth, but he ain’t got a tool big enough to stroke her valves the way I do.

That’s it. I’m not gonna get all mushy.

See ya ~ Kevin

p.s. The website always has some righteous guitar licks ready for you. The socials are all buying Mr. Jiffy Lube shirts.