Ah ... ZZ ... right up there near the top for me too. It's not unusual for the chorus to go through my head when getting ready to head out for something that calls for more than the usual jeans and a Tshirt.
I don't how you do it Paga, but you have this ability to strum chords in my head that resonate in the most delicious ways. Perhaps it was the harmonic set up by the references to your EWU days that got me onto ...
Last year of high school I was a rather trippy kinda' guy. Nucleus (which later became Foot in Coldwater) played at the last high school dance I attended ... I was completely blown away (which wasn't a very long distance from the point I was at during the event ... I'd had plenty of "help" that evening). Paul Naumann on guitar had this way of standing completely still facing to the left or right of the audience during solos, and the sound ... well the sound electrified my synapses in ways that even those around me could tell was way beyond the borders of King City.
All came washing back over me while watching the Kenny Rogers show version of the song (you can see it on the screen briefly in the Sound Academy clip). Once again thank you Paga, you are a master.
- Edit - Mistake on my part ... back when I saw Nucleus it was John Richardson on guitar.
I am the only chrissianed beta blocker in my own universe. I find the nerve that streams out of the Satellite in the Sky and it sends me. Siriously - SiriousXM
I don't listen to music, I decipher the words because they all tend to lean back to the class I took during a Summer Course. Philosophy 101.
After the professor picked me to see if I could answer his first question for the class he dropped the Summer course left a note on his room door. Class Cancelled, Gone Fishing.
He asked what us students opinions of the work he made 30 copies on 3000 sheets of expensive campus college paper from the book he REALLY ACTUALLY chose for us to begin our studies. He chose a book that was ACTUALLY REALLY the only one available on Earth at the time in the colleges campus library. So he had no choice but to make thousands of paper pages copies of each page he wanted all of us to read.
I ACTUALLY REALLY said, "The discussions between the two philosophers in the campus arena where they held live debates for the students. Aristotle and his favorite student at the time. The words the now, dead, the two FAMOUS PHILOSOPHERS shared in front of all the neophytes they had at the time in Rome, reminded me of all words spoken by the actors and actresses, ( at a time long before Oprah had the person playing the bartender Guinan from Star Trek, (Whoopie Goldberg) in the Bar) made it so everyone is called an Actor,) "the television soap operas I was forced to watch while I was in hospital bed in a room for two, hospital room next to a patient who watched all of them soap operas religiously forcing me to think outside the fence, from Bubba's 12 gauge corral fence, fenced school course on cow tipping".
I have never been the same since and can only try, that is "TRY", to imagine what cords your mind can be tuned to. Although, I'm almost definitely sure I was thinking about my last Groupie Girlfriend who wouldn't leave me alone, until I found out she was married to a student in the Psychology 101 class I took to find out if I wanted to study that stuffed shirt and long tie lifestyle, after I completed Anthropology 101 for the same reason. And found out she was using me to help her hubby write a paper for his Psychology final paper.
She was disappointed when she found out I knew she wasn't a groupie like the 22 other girls lined up outside my dorm room from each of the 101 classes I studied to find out which of the smart girls in those classes would be the girl for me. When Half Brain Bombshell Blond walked in and asked me, Is this what you want? I knew. I was always going to be a PROFESSIONAL STUDENT.
Just send the check for Two thousand mackerels to the Jar Head they called Dave, who was on fire watch while Doctor Hook and the Medicine Show were on stage in the oldest building on campus that would have burned flat to the ground, in ACTUALLY REALLY WOULD if it caught on fire 15 minutes or less and would have incinerated everyone inside if we didn't stop them from lighting up, (just a minute please. I didn't have to take a hit off anything because the basketball room they used for the concert was full of smoke. I was trying to keep the last gasp of fresh air I got in. I could hold my breath for 5 minutes. Wait while I hold my hit of Fresh air in for a minute) so the place did not burn down.
Your friend and probably soaked it up through my pores, High Up in the Sky HOPE, pal,