"De gustibus non disputandum"
The gist of this entry I wrote as a comment to Sky's journal entry, but when I went to post it, it got blown away into ether space. Grrr! I won't remember most of it, but I'll try. I know you're all waiting on the edge of your seats!
"Once upon a time in the olden days...," back when I was a kid, that is, I wasn't much into the bubblegum pop of the time. It wasn't until the "Dies Irae" made the top of the charts that I really started to dig the hits of the day. Then Monteverdi composed "Vespro Della Beata Vergine," Bach wrote his "Chaconne in D minor" and the "Passacaglia in C minor," Handel whipped out the "Messiah," Beethoven blasted in with his "Eroica Symphony," and Mahler assaulted heaven with his "Titan Symphony", and I thought to myself, "Can it get any better?"
Years passed. One day I heard "Blowin' in the Wind," and later, "Anarchy UK," "The Wall," "Princess of the Dawn," and "Balls to the Wall." So, I learned, it could get better!
I remember some years ago, on a late fall evening, sitting in a smoke filled living room drinking beer and shooting the bull with a bunch of friends and casual acquaintances. We were discussing music--what was "in," and what wasn't. One girl leaned forward to offer her insights. In one hand, she dangled a cigarette, and in the other, a glass of wine. One leg was casually thrown over the other, and as she leaned, she rested an elbow on her knee. "I cawn't stand the music of Johnny So-n-so," she drawled with her fake New Yawk accent. "He couldn't stay on pitch if he wanted, he fakes playing the guitar, and he's usually so strung out on blankity that..., etc. Say, did I tell you I get my pot from the same guy who sells it to Sinead O'Connor?"
Let's change the scene and go back a few more years. It was a beautiful, sunny Spring afternoon, and the shimmering water in the brook sparkled like diamonds. Some group at the university was having a Spring festival, and it seemed like everybody came to the park to enjoy the first decent day of weather since Winter fled. While I meandered between games and booths, I caught sight of her. She had golden red hair, green eyes so striking they made me dizzy, skin so fair and features so fine, not even a freckle marred them, and a figure--what a figure! Her body--yikes! Let's leave it at that! Anyway, somebody had a radio playing when I first saw her, and whose voice was it that I heard? Johnny So-n-so! Been a fan ever since!
Now let us return to the smoke filled living room! I looked at that pseudo-sophisticated bitch and felt my gorge rise! Then..., I finished my beer, and went to the fridge for another. De gustibus non disputandum!
(The girls in this story were real people, and this stuff--most of it, anyway--happened. The girl who lives in New York is really a good friend, though I haven't seen her in years. She probably won't be a friend if she reads this! The redhead died of breast cancer when she was way too young! She was the most wonderful kisser in the world!)
The gist of this entry I wrote as a comment to Sky's journal entry, but when I went to post it, it got blown away into ether space. Grrr! I won't remember most of it, but I'll try. I know you're all waiting on the edge of your seats!
"Once upon a time in the olden days...," back when I was a kid, that is, I wasn't much into the bubblegum pop of the time. It wasn't until the "Dies Irae" made the top of the charts that I really started to dig the hits of the day. Then Monteverdi composed "Vespro Della Beata Vergine," Bach wrote his "Chaconne in D minor" and the "Passacaglia in C minor," Handel whipped out the "Messiah," Beethoven blasted in with his "Eroica Symphony," and Mahler assaulted heaven with his "Titan Symphony", and I thought to myself, "Can it get any better?"
Years passed. One day I heard "Blowin' in the Wind," and later, "Anarchy UK," "The Wall," "Princess of the Dawn," and "Balls to the Wall." So, I learned, it could get better!
I remember some years ago, on a late fall evening, sitting in a smoke filled living room drinking beer and shooting the bull with a bunch of friends and casual acquaintances. We were discussing music--what was "in," and what wasn't. One girl leaned forward to offer her insights. In one hand, she dangled a cigarette, and in the other, a glass of wine. One leg was casually thrown over the other, and as she leaned, she rested an elbow on her knee. "I cawn't stand the music of Johnny So-n-so," she drawled with her fake New Yawk accent. "He couldn't stay on pitch if he wanted, he fakes playing the guitar, and he's usually so strung out on blankity that..., etc. Say, did I tell you I get my pot from the same guy who sells it to Sinead O'Connor?"
Let's change the scene and go back a few more years. It was a beautiful, sunny Spring afternoon, and the shimmering water in the brook sparkled like diamonds. Some group at the university was having a Spring festival, and it seemed like everybody came to the park to enjoy the first decent day of weather since Winter fled. While I meandered between games and booths, I caught sight of her. She had golden red hair, green eyes so striking they made me dizzy, skin so fair and features so fine, not even a freckle marred them, and a figure--what a figure! Her body--yikes! Let's leave it at that! Anyway, somebody had a radio playing when I first saw her, and whose voice was it that I heard? Johnny So-n-so! Been a fan ever since!
Now let us return to the smoke filled living room! I looked at that pseudo-sophisticated bitch and felt my gorge rise! Then..., I finished my beer, and went to the fridge for another. De gustibus non disputandum!
(The girls in this story were real people, and this stuff--most of it, anyway--happened. The girl who lives in New York is really a good friend, though I haven't seen her in years. She probably won't be a friend if she reads this! The redhead died of breast cancer when she was way too young! She was the most wonderful kisser in the world!)
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