Musical notes, to start: Golden Earring, don’t even guess the connection.
Nice hair. Dude.
And Top of the Pops?
Says it all, innit?
No coherent thread.
And now for something completely different:
I picked up a thread, and it spurred a few moments’ considerations.
I used to fly a lot more, and when I did fly, I used to be the obnoxious character making bad jokes. Can’t do that anymore. I can’t make jokes in line - I’m sure I could - but some of my humor would be ill-suited for the situations.
I sort of imagine it’s like that line from Charlie Daniles’ Uneasy Rider, “Watch him folks, cuz he’s a fairly dangerous man….”
“He may look dumb but that’s just a disguise.”
The musical counterpoint, call and response, is “I ain’t even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife.”
Hard to connect an old cross-over song to the loss of rights in the air. But it’s there, and that’s why I can’t make jokes when I’m headed towards the checkpoint. Much as I would like to.
Dating:
All in my book, but then, there’s new scientific material here.
