We have some weird thoughts from time to time during Happy Hour. Our latest weird thought is we should title our blog-posts in this particular vein "Songs for Our Beloved" rather than "Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack," coz that's mostly what they are. With exceptions, of course. But the fact remains that our former relationship consumed 23 years of our life... arguably the best 23 years. Arguably. There were good times preceding the time we spent with that woman and there have been good times since she walked away... but the good times since she walked have been few and far between. That's just fact.
I suppose the point is that it's hard to NOT associate any given song released in that time period... which would be between 1975 and 1998... with our love/lust object. That's human nature, innit? Still and even, I hesitate to name these posts "Songs for Our Beloved," mainly coz I don't want you to think I'm mean-spirited, Gentle Reader. Let's just let it lay that I would be mean-spirited most of the time... in a tongue in cheek sorta way... but sometimes that wouldn't be the case. And how would you tell the difference? More to the point, why would you even give a shit?
I'm still debating the point with myself. That said... we were listening to The Cars this afternoon and this song popped up in the rotation:
The tune brings to mind road trips that my beloved and I made during the three years we spent in Ol' Blighty... road trips both short and long. That first Cars album lived in (ahem) the car and was always played several times, whether we were on our way from High Wycombe to Upper Heyford... a shortie of a trip... or to other points on that Sceptered Isle. The album was just what I (we) needed... and this post is straight-up. We'll save the sarcastic bits for later... IF we decide to go down that road. The Deity At Hand knows there are thousands of candidate songs in THAT space.
Update, 1830 hrs: An explanation is in order, of sorts. I received an offline from a friend, asking...
My "beloved"? Are you nuts?Well, no. No, I'm not. I've used the term... sarcastically... for a long time when I refer to the woman in discussions with (certain) friends and fam'bly. I shouldn't assume everyone knows these things. I didn't mean to be taken literally.