Kind of a grey day,
today,
The Habs are,
hanging in there,
should make the playoffs,
once that begins,
who knows.
I’m optimistic,
as my man Bruce,
once said,
people need,
A Reason To Believe,
hockey is as good,
a reason,
as any,
I guess:-)
I’ve been thinking,
about nostalgia,
a simpler, warmer,
time that never,
existed,
big market,
that,
for the merchants,
of schlock.
I feel myself,
succumb to it,
sometimes,
and I’m not even,
the target audience,
or,
Am I?
For instance,
I told you all,
I have been listening,
to the radio lately,
man, there’s a lot of crap on the radio, but, still,
we have this singer,
here in Québec,
Roch Voisine,
very big in France as well,
he is a pretty boy,
very pretty,
he sings,
insipid, love ballads,
the ones he writes,
yikes.
But, recently,
he released,
this album,
that has some,
beautiful,
old country ballads,
Crazy,
The City Of New Orleans,
that kind of stuff,
he does an adequate job,
country’s about feeling,
not range,
yesterday,
I was drifting,
I drift,
a lot,
when things,
are quiet,
at the bookstore,
I found myself,
singing along with,
this song,
I bless the day I found you
I want to stay around you
And so I beg you, let it be me
Don’t take this heaven from one
If you must cling to someone
Now and forever, let it be me
Of course, I sang the words wrong and off key but, so what
That’s an old,
Everly Brothers song,
I always liked their ballads,
I’ll do my crying in the rain,
I know the Everly Brothers,
because,
I grew up,
watching,
entirely,
too much,
television.
Happy Days,
a seventies sitcom,
is probably responsible,
for my discovery,
of fifties music.
But, I still like,
The Everly Brothers,
sweet melancholie harmony,
it’s not music of the mind,
or the loins,
it’s music,
of the tender,
part of your heart.
Let it be me.
Obviously, the merchants,
know what they are,
doing,
when,
they can make a grown butch,
sing,
and …
or perhaps it’s not about,
nostalgia,
perhaps,
it’s about,
longing,
and hope.
I don’t know,
I’ll have to chew,
on that.
Later girls,
BB