After hearing Supertramp's "Logical Song" recently, I just remembered how much I used to listen to that song on an ACTUAL record, as is vinyl, as in LP on my parent's turntable while growing up.
Among the other records, I have no idea how it wound up in the house. My older brothers? Maybe. It didn't fit my step-pop's and mom's listening profile, so probably.
But the point is, my sister and our other friend Terrie were like, 7. And we used to have "contests" while listening to this song. We'd let the needle drop, then each of us would take turns acting all pensive and melancholy and shit. Like, who could be more dramatic while listening to some song with lyrics about being "liberal" and "cynical." We'd hide behind a curtain, looking out on the barren winter lawn looking all wistful. We'd each take a turn judging each other. You'd score extra bonus points if you could manage to tear up.
Fuck me, I'd totally forgotten all about that. And age 7. Mostly unaware of what cynical meant. Or know that we were actually pretend-lamenting over a song about the soul-sucking conformity that comes with "growing up" and holy shit little girls! Don't you worry, there would be time for that later!
And that WHISTLE after the "Who I aaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmm lyric" with the other whining noise and then like, three-stooges horn afterwards, and the video game sound effect really sticks in my head as being fucked up in the middle of all that ridiculousness. At least I could somewhat recognize irony at a young age.
This is not trying to be deep or funny, I am just saying: it's all I got for now.
And I am pretty sure Terrie's a big old Republican now, home-schooling her 4 kids out in the country, and not liberal, cynical or umm, thinking about Supetramp like a pop song means anything.
I am just saying I am working about 70 hours a week this time of year and that's as much of a mind fuck as I need for the moment.
Fucking funny shit, though.
And The Dream Police. They live inside of my head!