Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I was driving home from the beach last night, listening to a radio station that played lots of oldies. It's only fair to say that I've never been any good at linking up musicians and the titles of their works and the works themselves. Stones, Beatles, CCR, Billy Joel, Rod Stewart, Who, Zep, Hendrix…I can recognize their music pretty easily, although I probably don't know the titles of the works.
Then there's everyone else. No matter how much I try, I can never distinguish between Jethro Tull and Pink Floyd. Stop sneering. I know one has a flautist, but can never remember which one. Maybe because I'm not a fan of either. And there's a flotilla of groups out there in the "Unlabeled" category, outfits like Journey, Boston, Foreigner, Styx and REO Speedwagon. I'm not even considering the metalhead groups, because even if I could distinguish among Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, Megadeath, Slayer…why would I want to?
So I was driving home and I heard and recognized this song. No idea of the group or the title. So I "memorized" the chorus, figuring that I could Google it at home. Unfortunately, the next song (which turned out to be by ELO) distracted me, and the one after that muddied the waters (nice music metaphor, no?) beyond redemption.
I'll never learn this stuff. I don't know why my head refuses to cooperate. Looks as though I'll have to keep humming along, since I don't know the lyrics. Or the title. Or the artists.
Then again, if you'd ever heard me "sing" you'd probably be grateful. The humming can be ignored. The squawking is a real tooth-grinder.
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