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Easy Ed's Broadside

Exploring music without a map.

Since 2009, Ed has shared his thoughts on ND about music that touches him, and rambled hither and yon about what else is on his mind.

Easy Ed's Broadside

Exploring music without a map.

Since 2009, Ed has shared his thoughts on ND about music that touches him, and rambled hither and yon about what else is on his mind.

I Don't Like Mondays

Artist Tom Petty

I don't like Tuesday either...

If you reach back in your memory

A little bell might ring

About a time that once existed

When money wasn't king

If you stretch your imagination

I'll tell you all a tale

About a time when everything

Wasn't up for sale



There was this cat named Johnny

Who loved to play and sing

When money wasn't king.



We'd all get so excited

When John would give a show

We'd raise the cash between us

And down the road we'd go

To hear him play that music

It spoke right to my soul

Every verse a diamond

And every chorus gold



The sound was my salvation

It was only everything

Before money became king.



Well I ain't sure how it happened

And I don't know exactly when

But everything got bigger

And the rules began to bend

And the TV taught the people

How to get their hair to shine

And how sweet life can be

If you keep a tight behind



And they raised the cost of living

And how could we have known

They'd double the price of tickets

To go see Johnny's show?



So we hocked all our possessions

And we sold a little dope

And went off to rock 'n' roll.



We arrived there early

In time to see rehearsal

And John came out and lip-synched

His new lite-beer commercial

And as the crowd arrived

As far as I could see

The faces were all different

There was no one there like me



They sat in golden circles

And waiters served them wine

And talked through all the music

And to John paid little mind

And way up in the nosebleeds

We watched upon the screen

They hung between the billboards

So cheaper seats could see



Johnny, rock that golden circle

And all those VIPs

And that music that had freed us

Became a tired routine

And I saw his face in close-up

Tryin' to give it all he had

And sometimes his eyes betrayed him

You could see that he was sad



And I tried to rock on with him

But I slowly became bored

Could that man on stage with everything

Somehow need some more?



There was no use in pretending

No magic left to hear

All the music gave me

Was a craving for lite-beer

As I walked out of the arena

My ears began to ring

And money became king.  TPetty

 

The Boomtown Rats didn’t write a song called ‘I Don’t Like Tuesdays’ but if they did I might not have thread that needle. Sometimes, maybe always, we seek answers to questions when there are none to be had, at least none that most of us can make sense of. Maybe for the next mass murder I’ll choose Doris Day’s ‘Que  Sera Sera’.

The Petty lyric doesn't directly address any of the carnage or Monday, Tuesday, etc...

It just is a good summation of how things have evolved over time...thanks Ed...excellent column...a shame we assume the inevitability of the "next" event such as this...

The news has gotten so bad lately I no longer watch it or I'd go mad. So I glance at the newspaper to get an inkling about what's going on and still get so mad I get ill. So I escape into books and music and then learn that Tom Petty has died so I must live with the fact that another spark of light in this dark, insane world has gone out.

Too bad we can't wake up from this nightmare.

 

Sobering. I had a similar experience Monday AM. Waking up to a cup of coffee and wondering as I launched CNN "What's that asshole been up to today?" when instead the Las Vegas rampage was the story.

 

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