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December 18, 2008
Drinking and Blogging
Drinking and driving is a bad combination; drinking and blogging is almost as dangerous, as impaired judgment can lead a blogger to bang out the most outlandish thoughts and think, "how profound."
At the office party this afternoon I let my freak flag fly by having a Bud Light-Lime, a line extension that I liked, although it wasn't nearly as good as any drink with a little umbrella in it, but I'll take what I can get. Given various life issues bearing down on me, a little release tasted good. I had enough common sense to avoid a second Bud Light-Lime, because, as I told a friend, that would have me up on a table bawling out "Danny Boy."
I then strolled steadily to Grand Central Terminal, obsessively playing the Muddy Waters song "Long Distance Call" in my head, which has the greatest line of blues lyrics ever written: "Another mule is kickin' in your stall."
Finally, however, even as my head cleared, I couldn't resist the temptation to recite from memory the lyrics to Merle Haggard's immortal "Mama Tried," with these lyrics:
The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.
Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.
So, the message: If you have to drink and blog, at least show you have good taste in music.
Van | 12/18/08 at 10:48 PM | Categories: Sensual pleasures
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