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Friday, November 11, 2016

The Worst That Could Happen

This year has been brutal. We started the year with Bowie and Alan Rickman dying, which should have clued us in. We haven't had a month, or even a week, when something shitty and discouraging didn't hit us. This week we elected a man who has no business being President. And now Leonard Cohen is dead.

I think, maybe, we've hit bottom.
And so it's time for bad music.

You see, since way back, whenever things got rotten, Billy and I have sung bad songs at each other. Tonight we dredged up a feast of cheese over the phone and now I'm going to share with you lucky victims, er, readers.

There. Now sing along, forget how awful things look and the lousy things that are happening, and let yourself regroup. We have a lot of work ahead. Take some time to be mindless; indulge in things that make you laugh; appreciate the smarmy, the silly, the ridiculous. A really crappy song can get you through a lot.


Elephant's Child said...

Earworms are definitely preferable to the maelstrom in my head.
Thank you.

MoonRaven said...

Thanks for the reminder to keep a sense of humor and to enjoy the smarmy, the silly, and the ridiculous--we need to remember that to deal with the awful and the horrible.

Enjoy those stupid songs. Whatever we need to keep us going.

Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybe said...

Memories in music always make me smile and boy, do I need to smile.

Geo. said...

What a kick those old tunes are. I have nothing but admiration for the performers and the enthusiasm they imparted to those awful lyrics. And yes they percolated a smile out of me! Thanks, Laura.

only slightly confused said...

But...but....I loved Henry the Eighth. It was a BAD song? I've got it stuck in my head for the day lol.