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November 20, 2016 / thackersam

Class to Trash

Adam Yauch Park with Trump Influence

Adam Yauch Park with Trump Influence

Ah, the melancholy continues and will probably not fade until president Boaty McBoatface is imprisoned. Yeah, I think he’ll be impeached, but I’m not going to settle for just that. And of course, as we go from class to trash, it is effecting my workouts. “But I don’t want to exercise” – I whine to myself. “Okay, okay. Why not just put on some music then,” my mature self says to the frustrated little girl that just wants to kick the idiots of the world in the kneecaps. So I do (listen to music, not kick kneecaps), and as soon as a song starts playing, I find myself moving. Music is a powerful healer.

On one particular bad day I found an unusual line-up to be quite soothing. I started with Fiona Apple’s “Criminal” (because it’s a damn good song, not in honor of president McBoatface, even though the line “what would an angel say, the devil wants to know,” is applicable), Bob Dylan’s “Rainy Day Women,” and Gladys Knight and her Pips’ “Heard It Through The Grapevine,” which I listened to twice because I started writing in the middle of the first round. “Good Lovin’” by the Rascals followed and I was so lost in the silly dance I barely thought about the trouble we’re in. I listened and sang along to my three Linda Ronstadt alternates (“Silver Threads and Golden Needles,” “Desperado” and the wonderfully heartbreaking “Long, Long Time”), and motivated by the passing of Leon Russell last week, I felt like taking out my Delaney and Bonnie and Friends album. I haven’t put that on the turntable since it made the Ram 20 list, way back when I was exercising through my albums, swearing that when I got to ZZ Top, I would continue to exercise to the 20 records of the collection I determined were the best to work out to. That didn’t last long as I started picking up cheap CDs.

Hey Trouble Buddy – when I hear Bonnie Bramlett screech out “The Love of My Man” (though “That’s What My Man is For” is better), I think of you.

But, when the music stops, there is silence, and I think how much I will miss the Obamas and the example of intelligence, caring and class they set for the world, which will be glaringly absent until we can do something about our current condition (sounds like a rash, doesn’t it?) And Joe Biden. Frankly, I’m hot for Joe, and had he entered the race, it would have been a real tough one for me, primary wise. In fact, one of the nicest moments of this whole, long campaign, and all those republicans, was an interview I saw with Lindsey Graham, one of those republicans, talking about Joe Biden. “Who doesn’t like Joe Biden,” he exclaimed, and even got a little misty when noting all that our current Vice President has endured in his life, and is an intelligent human being, who remains amiable, concerned and sensitive. Graham called him “as good a man as God has ever created.” It was quite moving. Biden really seems like a nice guy with a good sense of humor and honest, rational reactions. I wouldn’t be surprised if a good portion of the Joe Biden memes are based in some truth.

Music truly does have charms to sooth the savage breast, and if I was going to go for the obvious here, I would add that it sooths the savage pussy as well. I am finding that Gladys and the Pip boys are a major soother. However, I am sorry folks, but it does look like The Walrus Was Paul will remain political for quite some time. Not MY fault.

BTW – I’m holding at a comfortable 142lbs, still far from my goal, but I’ve plans to get through the entire holiday season through Presidents Day, by sneaking in under 140, no easy task considering the time of year. Max, who if you remember, came with me to the office on election day, and I realized I was lugging around over 21 pounds of cat, has now lost close to a pound.

I decided to mix up tonight’s workout, though I rarely tamper with Sundays, and did the hour and 15 minutes to some of the aforementioned tunes, with the Beasties Boys taking center stage. There’s a reason for that. I think the picture explains it.

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