Odd Still Life My Odd Still Life (In A Few Well And/Or Badly Chosen Words)

15Mar/070

Told Yah!

Ok. This is not new stuff. I wrote this. . . forever ago. (Anywhere from one month to one year ago.) I meant to put it up before now and just never got around to it. Unless I did and it's actually up on some page somewhere ( or maybe it was one of those pages that got erased by accident, I dont know).

Anyway. . . Here it is:

Music Today (Whenever)

Was just listening to "Everything That Glitters" about a mother who deserted her child (and husband, apparently). Sort of puts things into perspective. I used to cry over that one, but its just too real to cry over.

I mean, you cry over that sort of thing you never stop crying. (Hmmm. A mother who doesn't give a damn. That I understand.)

Sitting listening to Dickey Lee sing "Rocky". Old memories, there. Heard that one when I was tiny and it always made me cry. I feel it welling up at that second to last verse. One tiny tear. Gives me the slight shivers, but its so old and its been so long. (Bobby Goldsboro's "Honey" is like that. Still brings a tear. But you feel like you're too grown up to really cry over it.)

Last real tear jerker on the disc is a version of "Seven Spanish Angels" with Ray Charles and The Highwaymen. That's a real nice, old sounding song. Like something from a century and a half ago.

It's later and I'm listening to "The Change" by Garth Brooks. The one with all the sound clips from 9/11. It brings tears, but it's not sad. It's uplifting and beautiful, especially in his resonant voice. Always did like Garth Brooks. He's very unique.

(By the way, the next song was Two Pina Coladas. A fun drinking song. That's a good way to cheer up.)

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