Hahahah! The BeeGees, ‘Tragedy’!
NOT due to any lingering worries over my show in a few hours. There’s going to be a stupid TV show aired in a few days wherein ‘slebs’ talk about their favourite BeeGees songs. What a totally pointless show! TV over here can be brutal at times, good thing I’m not an addict. Anyhoo, the ad for the show came on last night, with appropriate music, and Tragedy is the one that stuck in my grey matter.
Back to my coffee!
I’ve lived up to my American heritage and eaten so much that I am in pain. I never do this… ow. I need to go to bed and suffer in a prone position.
Ps, Hubby loved the pie so much he ate a third of one. I’m starting to understand why people say he has an American accent…
Steve Nicks, Leather and Lace.
And what a hard time this song is having at driving out my dream. I’ve said before that only very violent dreams are ‘nightmares’ to me. Wow, this one was. One minute I’m in a snowy field, admiring the reflection of trees in a lake. The next, a man is pulling his entire digestive system out through his mouth, hand over fist, and the intestines took a really long, messy time to come out. I don’t know if I’ve ever managed to look away until it was over in a dream before. The sounds didn’t stop, though. Ewww.
The Easybeats, Friday on my Mind.
No idea why. I really only have the little bit that goes ‘Monday, I’ve got Friday on my mind’ playing over n over in a loop.
Duran Duran, Notorious.
I watched Donnie Darko on Sunday, Notorious is the song that ‘Sparkle Motion’ does the dance routine to.
Tori Amos, Past the Mission.
I love, love, love Tori. I had this CD on in the car last week, and this song has been the winner for stuck-in-my-headness. If you don’t know Tori, give her a try. Will give recommendations upon request.
Look away now if you are as prone to these as I am.
Rick Dees, Disco Duck.
Sorry. I had to listen to some early 80’s disco last night before bed, that’s the only reason I have to explain this one. It all sounds like Disco Duck to me.
Lucinda Williams, Passionate Kisses.
Not a clue. I’m feeling less-than-spiffy today so kissing is about the last thing on my mind.
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young; Ohio.
But it sounds funny; the cadence is off and it almost sounds like an opera. I have no idea if I’m making this up, or if it exists in some cover version somewhere.
I realise I have a story about this song. Earlier this year, I took a free course on job hunting and CV skills. Not that I needed it, but it was something to do and being as who you know is important here, why not. Anyhoo, the instructor was a lovely Scottish lady in her mid-50’s. While going over the ‘education’ section of my CV, she asked about the university I had attended (for a year, until the money ran out). I attended Kent State. But, as I pointed out, “Not the famous campus of Kent State, it was a satellite branch in another county.”
I got a blank look.
“You know, Kent State? The Kent State shootings? Where the national guard shot protesting students to death in 1970?”
“The famous picture of the woman screaming over a body?” I probably even posed like the photo.
“The Kent State shootings are what that song is about, you know, the Neil Young one, ‘four dead in Ohio’.”
Well, she’d never heard the song, and didn’t know about one of the most shocking moments in recent American history.
I decided to take it as a culture thing. That it was understandable that a Scottish woman didn’t know about Kent because let’s face it, Scotland in the 70’s had troubles enough of its own. I liked her, and didn’t want to think she was ignorant. But I think I’m still surprised and a bit annoyed.
Tennessee Ernie Ford, Sixteen Tons.
This one is all your fault, Sled. I’ve been waiting on this song to show up.
Quite irritating, too. Not the song, I like it, but the way it started playing.
I woke up, looked at the time, decided it was late enough and I should get up. I did a back-pain inventory and realised I was lying a little crooked, and hoped I hadn’t messed myself up for the day. I put my knees up to do my back strengthening exercise, and then remembered that I’d had really interesting, long dreams, the ones that are more like movies with proper plots. I love those, so I tried to recall the last one…and it was like watching someone drop the needle on the record. “No, you cannot watch a brain-film in bed! You must listen to ‘you load sixteen tons, and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt’…” Arrrgh.