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time for laundry Here comes the sun and I say, it's all right. Ringo, my friend, you couldn't have been more correct, but why oh why did you ever let yourself become the train conductor. John is still probably laughing at you from beyond the grave. Then again you did that goofy caveman movie. Oh, wait a minute. George sang lead vocals on that track, not Ringo. The sun is still shining and I am loving it. Winter can be cold. Winter can be snow. Winter can be ice. However, when winter means no sun, then I start to get irritable. I need to see the sun at least once a week to keep me happy. It has been days since I last saw the sun and I am glad that I was out and about to see it today. Seventy-five on the speedometer. Intruder pushing the factory speakers beyond their limit. It was pure bliss on the way to the laundromat a few hours ago. Suddenly the years faded away and I was back to younger carefree days. It might be hillbilly white trash trailer park bar music to some people, but I still love it. Hey, I can't listen to Radiohead every day of the week. Besides I grew up in the late nineteen seventies and early eighties. I can't ever remember a time when I wanted to play guitar, but if I ever did I would teach myself Intruder by Eddie Van Halen. Most people know it as the intro to their version of Pretty Woman. Something about that sound is so right to me. Pulsating and then falling. Primal yet not aggressive. I soak it all in every time that I hear it. Sadly through the years it has become dumb guy weight lifting music. Sigh. I truly doubt that Eddie ever intended for it to be used that way. I also wouldn't mind knowing how to play Eruption. It was a complete contrast on the return journey. Sugar, Sugar by the Archies made me weave down the road. Time for everyone to skate backwards. Wedding reception music with little kids all over the dance floor. Dumb happy music that most people know, but very few admit. Pure cheese. Highbrow. Lowbrow. I can do it all, because I wanna, I wanna, I wanna be adored.
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