Had to stop at Target on the way home from church last night for some stuff. I parked and let Reba and Cat out to go in while Boy and Rebecca stayed with me in the car. Rolled the windows down and sat there for a minute to quietly collect my thoughts.
Been a long week and all.
Sat there vegetating, and ever so steadily, the sound of the shopping center's piped-in music began to register in my mind. The same instrumental, quiet, pervasive, calming tones one hears in elevators and suburban strip malls.
It's...no, surely not.
Then Jonathan piped up, "Hey--you hear that!? It's that song from Guitar Hero!"
Otherwise known as "Paint It, Black" by the Rolling Stones. Shorn of every bit of rollingness or stonitude, dipped in warm goo and made background noise for people walking to and from their car.
It was just all kinds of odd.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 15, 2009 04:55 PMWe're middle-aged. I still don't think it compares to "Stairway to Heaven" on a riverboat calliope.
Posted by: Janis Gore at June 15, 2009 05:58 PMWhew. I think you have me, there.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 15, 2009 06:01 PMI dunno - I think the truest sign of the Apocalypse will be when you hear 50 Cent's "In da Club" on the pipe organ.
Posted by: skinnydan at June 16, 2009 07:43 AM...and it's one of the approved music choices on the high quality AM radio in your fine new Government Motors automobile!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 16, 2009 07:47 AMHas Rebecca shied off, or have you forgotten to post the pics of her other pics?
I'd still like to see them.
Posted by: Janis Gore at June 16, 2009 02:07 PMNot at all--just hasn't had time to photograph the rest of her portfolio. She showed it to me after they'd gotten out of school for the summer, and she did some incredible work. Photos coming, I promise.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 16, 2009 04:11 PMGot to keep the Blogger's Childrens' Art Sweatshop humming, you know.
Sarah keeps up her end.
Posted by: Janis Gore at June 16, 2009 06:17 PMI know, I know--my end's been dragging for a while now.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 17, 2009 08:04 AMBad taste is timeless.
Posted by: vachon at June 17, 2009 08:46 PMThus explaining the appeal, even in its moribund state, of Possumblog.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 17, 2009 09:23 PM