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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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