Monday, January 28, 2008

Make's me wanna holler!

I was driving home today and listening to the radio. Yeah, yeah. *I* was actually listening to the radio. Oh how I fantasize about the day when Wi-Max brings internet radios to cars. Anyway, it was Marvin Gaye who caught my ear. Inner City Blues:

Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy off to die
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life

Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
I can't pay my taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Yea, it makes me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands


Man, I was FEELING him today. I don't know what it was, but I was feeling him. Maybe it was a random remembrance of my youth growing up in the "inner city"? I had just come from the oral surgeon who finished the visit by giving me the dreaded news: the wisdom tooth has GOT to go. As we talked about insurance and dates, I flashed back to when I was 15. I had emergency surgery and a 2-week hospital stay for a burst appendix. My mother did not have insurance, and spent the next 10 years paying off the debt. My father overdosed the day after I checked out of the hospital, on my 16th birthday. It was a year that rippled forward throughout the remainder of my teenage years on through young adulthood. As Marvin said, "Bad breaks, set backs..." And now at age thirty-something, I get to cruise through my local hospital in Whoseville, Wisconsin, flash my corporate insurance card, and get the red carpet treatment. Things get better. They ALWAYS do. But you never really forget. And maybe you shouldn't...

And speaking of my favorite lyrics, I was also reminded of another unnervingly accurate one:

I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed 'em dead off


--Notorious B.I.G.

Well then. On to more uplifting things! :-)
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