This morning, an interviewer on a news/talk radio station asked his guest, "So, the moon is hollow. Have you given any more thought to that?"
Before switching stations, I thought, "That's a question I haven't heard anyone ask before. It's the middle of the night, though, so why not ask that if you think your guest has a reasonably thought out answer?"
I was glad to hear KTRS play "W*O*L*D*" as bumper music this morning in memory of Harry Chapin. Chapin passed away on this day 45 years ago, and it was refreshing to hear announcer Carl and listeners on the text line praise Chapin's insightful singer-songwriter abilities. I wasn't surprised that Carl cited "Cat's In The Cradle," as it's Chapin's biggest hit and one of his best songs, but I was startled that he mentioned "Flowers Are Red" as a favorite song. Lyrically, "Flowers Are Red" is a clever reminder not to be too rigid in one's thinking, so I was pleased to hear it referenced unexpectedly.
Now, let's also give "Sunday Morning Sunshine" and "Tangled Up Puppet" their due.
Kudos to the reporter on the radio yesterday who follows a relative's advice to "never trust a man who says, 'Trust me.'"
The reporter's response when someone says that is correct, as well; whenever he hears that, he thinks, "What was my other option?"
You know it's a long, challenging month at work when the earworm in your mind paraphrases Emerson, Lake & Palmer's "Karn Evil 9" as "Welcome back, my friends, to the month that never ends..."
Summer is often our workplace's most difficult season, and July is typically the most difficult month. I know it'll end eventually--but it doesn't feel that way, at the moment.
Tonight, I gave up on listening to an AM station when a loud hum on the radio blocked the station's frequency.
Yes, that happened, and yes, it's not a sentence many people under age 55 say these days.
This morning, I thought about how much work I'd done throughout the long, draining night and how long the rest of the week and month feel. While contemplating this, the circus music opening of Three Dog Night's "The Show Must Go On" ran through my mind.
That goofy carnival-like theme is still there now. I'm glad my mind, at least, feels subconsciously whimsical even when I don't.
Talk about having to be on my game this weekend. Between Friday night and Sunday morning, I'm scheduled to work 22 hours in a 34-hour span. Financially, this is a plus, and fortunately, the first big chunk of working hours is already over. By Sunday morning, however, I expect I'll be delirious. I've been keeping things in perspective, though, with a mental soundtrack of "People Make The World Go Round" by The Stylistics.
So far, this has been an effective tactic. We'll see how I feel Sunday morning, however.