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There are plenty more on the way, and their numbers increase every year. Another hazard of age.
Dad would've been 90 today. And, predictably, he's still manage to plant himself firmly in my head, like it or not. Worse, he brought an earworm with him, so I'll spend the entire day being reminded of things I'd rather not remember, all to their own special soundtrack.
This was the last "pop" album I can remember him truly liking, or maybe even buying. He always had a thing for the Patsy Cline school of country music - damsels in distress. Of course, he also always had a thing for weepy old country songs about dead dogs and dead people, and he sang them off-key until I cried. For someone as depressive as he was, I never understood the sick fascination with tragedy. In retrospect, I don't know that it was the tragedy so much as an affinity with bathos and pathos.
Anyway, Wilma Burgess. I think it must have been '67. He'd come home every single night from work and put this on my sister's record player, and sit in the white rocking chair and sing along in a "melody" as flat as his Michigan accent.
Track 5. I had to go look it up. "Touch My Heart." Over and over and over. How I hated that song.
It's going to follow me around all day, so I might as well get used to it.
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ReplyDeleteHow about a replacement earworm instead? Try If You're Happy And You Know It Clap Your Hands? Or John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt? I'm trying to think of happy, silly, *sticky* replacement earworms to drown out that one. Would that help?
ReplyDeleteI cannot believe you did that to me. Sunday School songs? [Shudder] Gimme heavy-duty rock and roll or something like peyote songs, and we're on. :-)
DeleteI would not have associated them with Sunday school. Kindergarten, yes. Of course, I didn't really go to Sunday school after I was 5. OK, how about that great Northwest band Heart with Barracuda (which they forced Palin to stop using and stated they NEVER would have licensed it for that purpose).
ReplyDeleteGah. Below was supposed to be a reply to you, but everything decided to hiccup, and it refreshed in the middle of it all.
DeleteSpeaking of "gah," did you get a load of that big hair on Wilma? I remember the album cover clear as day, but I have to say that I didn't remember the hair being quite so . . . high.
Yeah, that would work.
ReplyDeleteAs you know, I was subjected to Sunday School long past age five. John Jacob, yeah, I guess more kindergarten, but the other? Both kindergarten AND Sunday School. And why? "Because what makes you happy, children?" "Jesus!" being the correct response. ["God!" was acceptable, too.]