Several weeks ago I had a banner night free associating on youtube, and put a bunch of songs in reserve. I actually started with this one, which I sought out because I recently purchased the album, Manassas, and figured a cut from it would be a good choice. So here’s Steven Stills and the band singing It Doesn’t Matter.
But I really write tonight to bemoan my musical fate. Few of those reading this appreciate the sacrifices we bloggers must make to contribute our mite toward their edification and amusement. Two weeks ago (Oh, unhappy fate) I posted what I then thought (and still do, I must confess) was the funniest Friday Night Video of them all, featuring a wholesome Midwestern couple singing One Toke Over the Line on the Lawrence Welk show.
Perhaps it was the stress of the election. Perhaps it was Lawrence Welk, inflicting a righteous punishment from somewhere up in Polka Heaven. Whatever the reason, the song would not-has not-left my head since that date. By Tuesday, while the political sky was falling, I was in my own personal Hell, having lost all hope that it would ever abandon me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a fine song-go ahead, give it a listen-but it has a bit of the jingle to it, and it got me at a vulnerable time with all my defenses down.
It has receded somewhat, but is still there, two weeks on, lurking in the background, popping up in those half awake, half asleep times in the night, or acting as background music of which I am more or less dimly aware, somewhat like the accursed and ubiquitous Muzak that was put here on earth by an unjust god to punish saints and sinners alike. I hold out hope that someday it will disappear, but then, of course, should I realize it has gone, it will come back to haunt me yet again.
I will soldier on. If I can face two years of John Boehner I can face a lifetime of One Toke Over the Line.
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