So lately, having had a blast from my own past, I’ve been doing a little time travel. For some reason known only to trained psychologists, hanging out with That One (which is the suckiest blog name ever, but I haven’t thought of a good one yet) has caused me to remember some stuff. Not surprising to anyone that knows me, it is the music of my life that I am remembering first. I quit listening to music for most of the past two decades, because the music I liked wasn’t liked by anyone but me. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until the past couple of weeks, which I have spent building a play list on Limewire. Now the list isn’t all inclusive, it has no Air Supply or Barry Manilow, but the songs on it are ones that I truly enjoy.
It also has new to me songs on it, by folks like Bobby Blue Bland. And oldies by Roy Orbison. And contemporary Christian stuff. And He Stopped Loving Her Today, which is the song I hate to love. I cry every time I sing it, and I sing it every time I hear it, and I cry every time I sing it. I tried to copy and paste a few of the titles, but that didn’t work so well, and I am not about to type them all out. That sucks, but not as bad as Mesothelioma cancer.
Ok, time to wrap this up and get ready for work. Which is too bad, cause I do have a lot more to say, LOL!