02 January 2016

100 Times Up

The first day of the year has come and gone and now we just get on with life as usual, sans all the holiday joy. I finished my one literary Christmas gift yesterday, a brilliantly sad piece of work:


You can only get little tiny and totally irrelevant glimpses of prison and death row from Hollywood, and usually they don't focus too much on what's going on inside a person's brain as they move through such an ordeal. I highly recommend it, even if you know nothing about Damien Echols. Though, if you have any concern for the warped thing we call a "justice" system in this country, you should learn more. 

Towards the end of the tome, one thing really stood out, and I'm sure I'm paraphrasing: 

"You can knock me down 99 times, and I'll get back up 100." 

Or something like that. I'll be damned if I can find it again without re-reading the entire book. I need to get some of those tabbie things to stick on pages when I find something worth remembering since I despise marking up books with pens or highlighters or folding the page corners down.  

While I am fortunate to have never experienced even a fraction of what Mr. Echols has gone through, I can totally relate. The same could be said about my penchant for running into brick walls. I'm sure I've repeated the same stupid mistakes in my life well over 99 times, and then I get back up ... Just to make them again.  

I fail to see the error of my methods until after I've already carried out the actions that remind me how futile some things really are. 

Apart from that, this has been stuck in my head for the past few days: 


This is the version I remember from childhood. It's the version looping in my head. As an ignorant, head-in-the-clouds, fool of a child, I didn't pay attention to such technicalities as who was actually performing. I heard Bee Gees somewhere in there and went with that.  

Today I discovered there to be another voice in there, which would explain why I couldn't figure out which Bee Gee was actually singing those verses. I must admit, however, that I care for you far too much to show you what I found. If you want to see it, go here. Just remember, once seen, things cannot be unseen. 

If you recover from that, and you care enough to know, THIS is the original, with only Bee Gees singing ... I think ... 



The lesson gleaned from this discovery is that no matter how much you think you know something, it's not always what you think it is. Hopefully, I learned what I was supposed to learn from this song being firmly lodged in my brain cell for so many days now.   

One thing is for certain, that's some huge hair on Barry.  Reminds me of this:


Which you'll have to go visit because I can't find a suitable clip on YouBoob because I think NBC won't let those things be YouBoobed!  

Carry on then. 

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