I know, my dear reader, it’s been a while since I’ve posted here. So, since I know that both of you have just been on the edge of your chair waiting to read what I’m going to say next, I’ll begin with an apology and a promise that there will be a wealth of brilliant pontification to come and shorter durations between each monologue.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and for no reason that I can decipher, music is playing in my head.
I suppose it could be the last breath of a dream I was having that has run screaming from my memory leaving the radio playing as it fled. Just this morning I awoke with Alice Cooper’s ‘Is It My Body’ from the 1971 album ‘Love it to Death’ playing somewhere between my ears.
It’s not inconceivable that I might have been dreaming about the period of my life between 1971 and 1974 when I used to play that album from start to finish over and over until it became burned into the auditory cortex in my brain. But if I was dreaming anything at all, it was long gone be the time I was conscious enough to realize that I was awake, given another day to be on earth and that Alice Cooper was in bed with me. Continue reading