Miscellaneous ramblings on a quiet Saturday before the DAY SHIFT resumes tomorrow:
* This chance wasn't going to pass me by again: I'm a overall popular music nut who has a computer collection of nearly 330 songs I've enjoyed from 1954 (Chordettes/"Mr. Sandman") to even the present day (Jesse McCartney/"Beautiful Soul").
One song had eluded me since the days before automated downloads (8-tracks); one of those annoyingly good songs which sound great, but I knew no lyrics to, no title for, and of course no artist information. The local classic rock station plays it about once a year, which made it more frustrating.
Finally, I caught the tail end of it last night while doing some running after work, finally now with the knowledge the radio station's website has a 24-hour database showing what was played. Just noting the time, I raced home -- found it -- and downloaded it. Now I'm playing it on a continuous loop until I tire of it -- which might not happen today, since it represents a 10-year victory for me!
FYI: Mott The Hoople/"All The Young Dudes" (1972), heavily influenced by David Bowie.
* Weird dream last night; a replay of a playground scene I knew from grade school in the early 80s, with my best friend at the time playing a supporting role. I often wonder what happened to the guy (Brad), who was a football player, but excelled at amateur wrestling and had his career apparently set up to be a stock broker. I've not seen him since 1993 at the mall, though I thought I saw him in 2003 at a media outlet. If it was indeed Brad, the wrestling literally ended up crippling him as he was struggling to walk with a cane. Too young (32 at the time) for that to happen to him.
Amazing, with all the time we spent together over the years, that 13 years have passed. Kids go into school claiming they have best friends, but so often that never lasts long. I always hoped it would, but I guess they've been proven right. It'd be great to get together, too. Hopefully I didn't turn out as bad as he thought I might!
* At least the supervisor at work last night told me he'd miss me on his shift. Doing the best you can for the supervisor counts for something.
