Blaming it all on . . .
It was back in November. Shortly after 2:00am, I left my hellish job after an excruciating 12 hours of ass-busting. The radio kept me awake on my drive home with one of those talk shows that only the truly damned hear. Apparently, the radio station couldn’t even give advertising away during the program, as the breaks were filled with music. Half-way home I began to hear “Nights on Broadway” by The Bee Gees as the selected “break-filler”.
I’d heard the song a thousand times before. More correctly, the song had played within earshot a thousand times before. I think I really heard it for the first time on that November morn. It’s a disco number for the most part, but there’s a break or interlude in the middle. It is during this part that the music lowers and slows dramatically. The music builds slowly and the Bee Gees’ falsetto voices blend and crescendo in a really beautiful way. I was touched.
There have always been songs that make me a tad emotional. Yes, brothers and sisters, even your incredibly macho friend and humble blogger gets a little misty when he hears Bob Seger’s “Against The Wind” or Simon and Garfunkel’s “The Boxer” or Springteen’s “My Hometown” or Elton John’s “The Greatest Discovery”.
But this was the Bee Gees.
Of course I had just come off a 12 hour night at work at a job I hated. It was a dark, cold and gloomy November morning, which was in the same month I turned 45. But, still, it was the Bee Gees. I shared this little story with my mom and brother over Christmas dinner a couple of weeks ago. My mom nodded in the affirmative as if to say “Welcome to the club”. My brother looked at me as if to say “What the hell’s the matter with you?” I’ve since come to the conclusion that I’m either getting old or turning gay.
I’ve decided against taking up residence in the gay community. Instead, I’ll just embrace the physical and emotional deterioration that comes with age, and wait for the man I used to be to return.
Even if it takes forever, I will wait.
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redtigr
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Dec 18 @ 5:57PM
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...those talk shows that only the truly damned hear.
perhaps hell will be listening to the Bee Gees singing New York Mining Disaster 1941 or the equally loathsome Massachusetts over and over and over...
By the way, yesterday while strolling through a local grocery chain, a young man could be heard sing-shouting little bits of Christmas carols... and I do mean little bits:
Jing... jing jing... el bell... Sleep in... uh, a, partridge... and he was doing this loudly, rapidly, and in no particular order. (And no, he wasn't wearing an ipod.)
Twas the first case of Christmas tourettes I've ever encountered. I couldn't help thinking: Hmmm, a seasonal disease... but what does he do in July? For some reason, this sounds like a story you would tell.
I quit enjoyed this bloggy...
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unionman154
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Dec 18 @ 6:05PM
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I’ve decided against taking up residence in the gay community.
The next time you talk to Jen tell her if she doesn't come back to MD I am running off with Johnny Depp. ~*~
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Essaramoon
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Dec 18 @ 6:09PM
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Nice blog =)
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Tunes4u
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Dec 18 @ 8:00PM
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This was #6 Rog...
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missliss78
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Dec 18 @ 8:49PM
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I read your blog.
In the midst of reading your blog, I had to click on your profile in order to know if it was this past November or another November you were writing about.
Then I read Tunes' comment.
I'm so cornfused.
But it was still a good blog.~*~
I’ve decided against taking up residence in the gay community
Are ya sure? Huh, huh, huh?
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Fender
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Dec 18 @ 10:09PM
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And all the women of MD breathe a collective sigh of relief...He is still available 
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misschoos
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Dec 19 @ 4:43AM
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~*~
As you can see, it doesn't take much to confuse people around here.
Some get confused when ever they have to count to more than 3.
It'll get even worse on day eleven and twelve, let me tell you,
especially for the ones who only have ten digits on their hands. 
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