Talking to myself and feeling old
Sometimes I’d like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin’ around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
It’s raining this morning. And I’m trying to come up with a song to write about. I came up with this one.
I have yet to really admit in these cyberpages the depth of my popheadness as a kid. I was sheltered enough that it took awhile to be exposed to the truly brilliant and more hip stuff. However, I maintain that the crooners I loved—pop as they may be—were actually good.
I had a whole lot of Carpenters albums. Karen Carpenter and I have the same birthday, and as a kid, I found that somewhat significant (Lou Reed and Jon Bon Jovi are on that Piscean list too—but I’m over thinking it’s significant). What is significant is that Karen Carpenter could sing.
I’m lucky to be counted among the small number of people who actually saw Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story in the theater, before its distribution became illegal (historical DC reference: at the Biograph in Georgetown, that classic art house closed now more than a decade). Her death was a stark reminder that even the adored don’t have it easy.
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I will freely admit that I've always liked her voice.
And hidden on some of the early albums were some tracks that actually weren't too pop.
Besides, I don't dislike pop music. You should hear my spirited defense of the Monkees!
My husband saw Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story at the Biograph too. I don't remember why I didn't go. But I did download it off the Internet and have a DVD of it now.
I always liked this song. She had a beautiful voice, and a lovely way about her. I remember how happy she seemed when she got married.
D: I love the Monkees.
CW: A DVD eh? And the means to reproduce it?
S: I was out of the cultural loop when she got married (as per usual) and don't think I even knew about it.
Well, it IS Sunday.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9IzVbuGHXY
D: That was great.
You know the brown-headed cowbird?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowbird
They have adapted by becoming nest parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests. All the species maintenance, none of the responsibility.
Not unlike bloggers who shut down their own blog but start posting songs on other people's blogs.
Which, in case it isn't obvious, I kinda totally respect.
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