Every once in a while, as I’m drifting off the sleep, I have a idea for a post. Last night, I found myself wondering if it were possible to choose a “Single of the Decade” for each artificial ten-year slot of the Rock and Roll Era.
Of course, it was silly, but I kept on it because some were so easy: “Roll Over Beethoven” for the fifties, “Money Changes Everything” for the eighties.
The sixties seemed problematic due to an embarrassment of riches, but I kept asking myself….”Ode to Billie Joe?”
Once the idea took hold it was hard to shake, even as “Like a Rolling Stone” and “Gimme Shelter” and “Respect” all came rapidly to mind. I mean shouldn’t the one song that has to stand in for the entire sixties (not just the post-JFK assassination part) have a air of unsolvable mystery about it?
I fell asleep soon after and I wasn’t going to do anything about it when I woke up.
I’m still not going to do anything about it. Too many arguments in my own head.
But I probably only think about the unsolvable mystery of Bobbie Gentry a couple of times a year and it sure was weird to find this on Twitter today…
Sept. 21. I probably won’t have the money–trying to save for a BIG project concerning my fiction-writing career.
But I’d be remiss if I didn’t poss the word along. (Hat tip to David Cantwell’s Twitter feed, where one can learn a lot of good things.)