![]() ![]() That’s the world we live in, one made up of those who want to stick and those who don’t.īut the truth is we all want to be glued together. When you find someone you can count on, hold on, then again, do you really want to be free? The track is static, but as our angle of vision changes, new elements are revealed.īut songs are different from people. Not only one that gives us insight into our lives, but continues to do so as we evolve. I just heard Richard Harris sing “MacArthur Park” on 60s on 6 and I was reveling in it, and I positively hated the track back when.Īnd then there’s stuff like “You Keep Me Hangin’ On” that I thought was a trifle, but turns out to be laden with meaning, it’s just that I was a couple of years and a couple of changes behind it.Īnd that’s a great record. They say they don’t want to hurt you, but really they don’t want to hurt themselves. If this is true, why do they keep coming back to the ball and chain? If we’re so bad, and they tell us so, why do they still want us? And when you’re young, you’re susceptible to this message, you’re confused, you think there’s something wrong with you when the truth is your partner is weak. That’s what they always say, they need to be free. You know my life story, we’ve exchanged bodily fluids, now you’re gonna make like that didn’t happen? You can’t take back so much, once the rocket blasts into space it falls back to earth, there ain’t nothing you can do about it, the relationship is toast, let me try to get it out of my mind, forget it, so I can move on. And why is it always this person, the one with the power, who says they want to be friends? Sure, it might have been bad, but someone always wants out first, someone pushes the button, pulls the ripcord. I’m gonna set you straight, when someone says the breakup was mutual, they’re lying. I don’t understand this friends business. When seein’ you only breaks my heart again It’s like Diana Ross is stopping the show to ask us, why does he keep engaging in this behavior? It’s like we’ve gone from mindless to sincere, declaration to meaning. The track starts off with the chorus, always an appealing construct, but then the change to the first verse is purely magical. It takes all of their gumption to decide to go, they’ve made up their mind long before they tell you, and then they come back, what’s up with that? And it’s always the same, they always come back, however briefly. Sure, I’d just had my first summer camp relationship, but that was all about tingly feelings, I had to get older to know torture. Little did I know…Īt age 11 it was a jail metaphor. The Fudge have been forgotten, the Supremes live on.Īnd my favorite Supremes song is “Come See About Me.”Īnd I’ve got a soft spot in my heart for “Reflections.”Īnd I’ll never forget being introduced to the group via “Where Did Our Love Go,” which hit the airwaves about the same time as the Shangri-Las “Remember (Walking In The Sand).” I thought they were competing girl groups. But it’s funny how the sands of time move. The long, slowed-down Vanilla Fudge epic was the rendition of record. So I’m driving down the street, pushing the satellite buttons, smiling all the while.Īnd yesterday I heard “You Keep Me Hangin’ On.”įor a long time the original was forgotten. It’s hard to fathom if you live anywhere else, it never really gets cold, the seasons do change, but you can wear a light jacket through Christmas, even though the locals don down.Īnd the auto a/c is not a necessity. ![]() Maybe because this is the time of year I moved to L.A. I don’t have to immediately open the windows in my house. We’ve got no water, we’re dying from the heat, do we all have to get in our cars and drive to the North Pole?īut I’ve retired the fan. I thought we were living through that “Twilight Zone,” the one where the Earth is moving closer and closer to the sun. It was like living in vacationland, everybody in shorts on hot nights, parading down the avenues…and that’s right, usually nobody walks in L.A!īut then it suddenly cooled. But this year October was just as blistering. Traditionally summer comes late to SoCal and lasts late, September is the hottest month of the year. ![]()
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