No, don't feel bad! I'm fully responsible for what I choose to read and watch. Besides, how could you possibly know? Please don't stop making me laugh over this. You're way too funny to worry about anyone's personal situation. I made the mistake of researching my first spinal surgery (2.5lbs of titanium, 0.5lb of cadaver bone and 6.5 hours in the OR) so I already know enough about surgical anesthesia to freak me out. I've resisted this particular surgery for more than 12 years but the technology and procedure have improved enough to justify the risks, standard and otherwise. Seriously, don't sweat it. I'm not.
That the days get shorter already. It won‘t get bright before 7:30 a.m. and gets dark at 7 p.m. again. Mosquitos. One of these little beasts sneaked into my bedroom to have one final feast before going to hibernating (Are mosquitos hibernating?). My own clumsiness. Apparently I don‘t need Henry and Bilbo (dog number 1 and 2) to hurt myself, as I ran into my dresser yesterday and got a big red lump on my knee as a reward.
What irritates me is the song For The Times They Are A-Changin'. I've heard it enough now that it just fills me with fury to hear it. It's annoying. It doesn't help that they're on the ads on YouTube that I'm forced to watch.
My daughter's obsession over all things Korean, including an insane remake of Aerosmith's Dream On. I'm not fond of remakes as a rule but this is just beyond. ...And she knows it! I swear she sends me this stuff to get a rise out of me. At 27 she's a bit old for that IMO.
Yeah, I don't get the Dylan thing either. He's supposed to be this transcendent force of music, but I'm not seeing it. Maybe I'm too young, but I'm 41, so if 41 is too young to "get" something musically, maybe the music is already fucked.
To "get" Dylan requires looking at the history of popular music at the time, how those songs were made, and the subject matter the songwriters were writing about. In that context, at that time, his stuff was fresh and transcendent, because until that era there hadn't been such a thing as a singer-songwriter in popular music (that was a country thing). Nearly everything on the pop chart came from Tin Pan Alley, and then the Brill Building until the Beatles. And within existing songwriting, until that era, there was very little in the way of social and political commentary. So Dylan came along and checked all the boxes in one shot, whereas the folk singers who were coming up at that time checked one or two. But now, decades later, we've heard everything he did, done by those who came after him (Springsteen being the strongest example)--but with better vocals. ETA: Dylan is like literature that was revolutionary in its time but now you're just like, "Eh".
This is also truer of early dylan than his later works - the songs that came after his bike crash in '66 are less political commentary and more scraping an already well scraped barrel - ie Blood on the Tracks was basically about the break down of his marriage... then in the 70s he found Gawd and his music went further south as he dived into experimental gospel fusion. My old man was a rabid Dylan fan and I had blood on the tracks inflicted on my way too many times while my parents marriage was going south... my desire to slap Dylan repeatedly with a wet haddock while screaming "grow up and talk to her you moron" is probably linked to a desire to communicate the same message to my father.
The song For the Times They Are a-Changin'. I know it's a harmless song, I shouldn't be so irritated by it but I've heard it over and over and over and over again in ads when I watch YouTube. And it keeps. on. going.
I'm going to assume that you don't remember that the Korean War was a thing, otherwise that might be seen as highly inappropriate.
The flamethrower was used in: WWII Korea Vietnam (At least the most prolific and well known wars where they were used.) There have been rare instances dating further back to use of them, though crudely fashioned devices at best through out history. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flamethrower
My grandfather hated that show. He was in the Korean war and thought M*A*S*H trivialized the whole thing. Nothing anyone said could convince him otherwise.
OOOOOHHHH which book is it where the main character says his personal hell is being stuck in an airport during a blizzard with an old hippie with a guitar and gives a list of songs played? Damn, now I gotta go find the name of that book. ETA: Beach Music. Pat Conroy. Can't recall the sequence of the songs but one was "Gave My Love A Cherry."
When a colleague compliments me on an aspect of my wardrobe or grooming that I considered an unfortunate failure when leaving the house. I need to do a shoe maintenance day, probably this weekend, but it was only yesterday that I realized I'd fallen behind. Picked the pair of shoes appropriate to the rest of what I was wearing whose shine was in the least-bad condition and put them on, only to be told I was looking great and that my shoes were "nice and shiny" by one of my fellow professors. Probably by their standard, but they seem to be unaware of Kiwi. I thanked them, but it's adjusting the outfits to fit with the various suede shoes and boots until Saturday.
Well, damn, but at least it's not Tyler singing. Something that annoys me is that no one will recognize how lame the Aerosmith version of that song is and how much better the Dio and Malmsteen version is.