One of the greatest musical moments I ever experienced was when a pitcher for the pirates was being shellacked by the Yankee line up. The bullpen had been phoned and was warming up as swiftly as time allowed. As the pitcher left with bases loaded and only one out after having walked two and allowed a run, the DJ put on "Oh Won't You Stayyyyyyyy, Just a little bit longer."
There are moments in real life when you hear a song and it just fits the moment, fits the mood or even makes the moment and the mood. For example, when I'm writing about Helen of Troy, I have Alanis Morissette's song in my head, "I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint..." and it helps me remember that her very nature is always duplictious, is always dual.
So I was thinking, it would be awesome if the airports housing all those stranded travellers waiting out the Icelandic ash piped in some Jimmy Buffet. "I don't know....I don't know...I don't know where I'm a gonna go when the volcano blows..."
It couldn't hurt. For clarification purposes; I'm not making fun of their struggles, I'm just thinking when life is that absurd in this sort of fashion, the only thing one can do is gnash one's teeth or laugh and a conga line bit of absurdity goes a long way towards easing stress that cannot be otherwise avoided.
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Great thought! Love it!
Those godless travelers stranded in socialist Europe were meted out exactly what they deserved ... divine retribution for their wicked ways. It's simply a reminder from the deity that this won't be the last time that they're ... left behind.
And all this time I thought it was because of scantily clad women in Iran or the deep meditations of Deepra Chopra or global warming or the thoughts of Pat Robertson....
Sherry! you're hilarious! I especially love your response to Karen!!
I always have a song in my brain...gets really fun when there's 2 or 3 playing in there at the same time and I try to sing them all!! :-)
and they usually DO follow some weird stream of conciousness and provide perfect accompanyment to the day at hand.
on the morning of my 40th birthday, my clock radio came on at 6:30 with R.E.M.'s "It's the end of the world as we know it..."
... and I felt fine...
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