I haven't gone panning for gold, nor have I nearly perished in the desert. I'm not sure, then, why competing versions of "The Shifting, Whispering Sands" are stuck in my mind today. Sometimes, it's Rusty Draper's version. Other times, it's the Billy Vaughn and Ken Nordine rendition.
I remember playing at least one version of the tune on WEW in 1996 and thinking, "There's a level of literacy in the lyrics that you don't typically hear in today's pop music. That deserves respect."
I'm still puzzled about what triggered this earworm, though.
