I love you!!! We've never officially met. . . or unofficially. You see, I fell in love with you via You Tube. To be more accurate, you seduced me by your voice and lyrics in your video, "I wish I was a punk rocker (with flowers in my hair)."
I hope you don't mind that I deconstructed some of your lyrics for my readers.
"Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air."
Sandi, I was born in the early '60's. Clearly, too young to embrace the Hippie Movement. Growing up in Western Kansas meant the Punk Rock Movement was stopped at the border. There is a part of me (perhaps a whole generation) that is still asking, "Where do I fit in? What was the Movement that I was born into? The Marcia, Marcia, Marcia Movement??" Give me a bucket and a gun if this is true!! Little overdramatic there, but it's my Blog, so I can write what I want.
There's so much more meat to the '69 movement. I want to be a Hippie with flowers in my hair doing the "Hair" thing!
"I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care."
San, the world does care. You just missed the 30 second ticker running across the bottom of MSNBC that stated," We Care."
"When music really mattered and when radio was king."
S, we have global radio now. Omniscient music of your choose all day and all night. I miss the local commentary, like the hog report or who took a header off the Brooklyn Bridge.
"When accountants didn't have control."
Sand, those boys are get'in their just rewards, don't you think? At least a few are. What do you think, Jeff and Bernie (Skilling and Madoff)?
"And the media couldn't buy your soul."
My son started salivating when he heard "Sweet Home Alabama," by Lynyrd Skynyrd, while we were in the car. "Stop at Kentucky Fried Chicken! That's the KFC song," he yelled from the back seat. I want to curse someone, but I don't know who: the media, the record companies, the artists, or some other unknown entity. The upside is I get to hear my favorite songs from time to time while the television is blasting. Sandi, I see you're offering this song as a ringtone.
"And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything."
Times, they are a chang'in. But rest assured, we'll never know everything . . . or anything!
"When pop stars still remained a myth, and ignorance could still be bliss, and when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale."
Only a Brit would sing about the Queen!
"My mom and dad were in their teens, and anarchy was still a dream."
Is this the State we're in? I think it's too confusing to say just yet.
"And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail."
Mom, you haven't written in a few months. I know. I haven't either.
"When record shops were still on top. And vinyl was all that they stocked."
Sandi, vinyl is making a comeback, according to my brother-in-law. He may not always be right, though.
"And the super info highway was still drifting out in space."
Without this super highway, think how difficult it would be for someone you never wanted to hear from again to reach out to you. Thank you Facebook. On a serious note, I heard your song because of this obnoxious, but invaluable, super highway. Thanks, Al Gore.
Sandi, you're too young and too talented to be cynical, just yet!
Nevertheless, your lyrics and voice hit a spot in my heart and feet that make me want to toss flowers in my hair, dance all around my apartment, and embrace this crazy world.
Thank you, Sandi Thom.
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