Well I'm sitting in a easy chair in my basement. It's 10:30 PM, and I'm watching what I have always thought was one of the most underrated shows of all time. That show, of course, is "The Wonder Years," which I have recently discovered, on channel 10 (ion TV is the name of the channel) from 10-11PM on weeknights (jeez, that sentence is choppier than the North Sea during a bad winter; sorry about that).
Anyhoo, although I quite enjoy watching "The Wonder Years," it does make me kinda sad. I find myself envious of the characters in the show, even when they're having a tough time of things. And the narration by an older, wiser Kevin Arnold (the show's protagonist) is spot-on, capturing nearly perfectly the feelings of a typical teenage boy towards life's little things. And therein lies the brilliance of "The Wonder Years." Even though it is so highly idealistic, it works very well. Even though it may be slightly dated, it is nearly as much Americana as hot dogs and apple pie.
Anyway, this wasn't a terribly insightful post (more like a plug for a nostalgic TV favorite), but it's more than nothing (though I suppose some might disagree).
Tonight's lyrical suggestion is quite obvious if you know "The Wonder Years." It is "With A Little Help From My Friends," by The Beatles.
"What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away?
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day?
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
(Would you believe in a love at first sight?)
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
(What do you see when you turn out the light?)
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends..."
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
A Collection of Thoughts
My apologies for a somewhat prolonged lull in the action. To those of you still reading, bless you.
So, quite a lot has happened since last I wrote. Well perhaps that is a bit of an overstatement, but there are a couple things worth mentioning.
~ ~ ~
First of all, after graduating high school, I attended my first and second major booze-fueled social gatherings. And while I did not really drink at either (my personal feelings about alcohol are fodder for another post, but suffice it to say I'm not a fan), I must admit that I had a good time. Though I was a little unsettled to see so many of my friends and acquaintances stumbling and slurring their words and carrying on quite a lot, it was good fun to see people getting along so well. I was also pleased that no one placed too much pressure on me to drink. My personal distaste for consuming alcohol was respected, and I salute everyone for being kind in that way. I also had a wonderful time going to and fro with my van-mates (you know who you are), so all in all, it was a good weekend.
I will close this segment by saying that after these parties, I had somewhat mixed feelings about taking such a strict stance at these parties. However, I do not lament the time I had, and am sure I will figure out the right measure of personal strictness in college.
This evening's lyrical selection is somewhat random, but I like the song, so whatever.
"If You See Her, Say Hello," by Bob Dylan
"If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
She left here last early spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so.
We had a falling-out, like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill
And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
I always have respected her for busting out and gettin' free
Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way
Though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay.
I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
If she's passin' back this way, I'm not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time."
So, quite a lot has happened since last I wrote. Well perhaps that is a bit of an overstatement, but there are a couple things worth mentioning.
~ ~ ~
First of all, after graduating high school, I attended my first and second major booze-fueled social gatherings. And while I did not really drink at either (my personal feelings about alcohol are fodder for another post, but suffice it to say I'm not a fan), I must admit that I had a good time. Though I was a little unsettled to see so many of my friends and acquaintances stumbling and slurring their words and carrying on quite a lot, it was good fun to see people getting along so well. I was also pleased that no one placed too much pressure on me to drink. My personal distaste for consuming alcohol was respected, and I salute everyone for being kind in that way. I also had a wonderful time going to and fro with my van-mates (you know who you are), so all in all, it was a good weekend.
I will close this segment by saying that after these parties, I had somewhat mixed feelings about taking such a strict stance at these parties. However, I do not lament the time I had, and am sure I will figure out the right measure of personal strictness in college.
This evening's lyrical selection is somewhat random, but I like the song, so whatever.
"If You See Her, Say Hello," by Bob Dylan
"If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
She left here last early spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so.
We had a falling-out, like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill
And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
I always have respected her for busting out and gettin' free
Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way
Though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay.
I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
If she's passin' back this way, I'm not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time."
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