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Showin Mad Props.
I've been doing a lot of driving lately. Job interviews, fishing trips, late night booty calls - you all know the score. On one of my latest trips I was riding low in the Saab setting the cruise around 73, just enough to make good time but not so much to make the five-O all suspicious. I was kickin' it relaxin' to the max… nursin' on a forty I had stashed in da back.
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And, as it is with most road trips, I had listened to every cd in the car about one hundred times to many. Since I was out of the "good land" I thought I'd sample some of the local radio flavors. As usual, there was nothing but crap on being served up by cheesy radio guy with a side of what the hell is that!? I was feasting on these crap burgers scanning as wildly and quickly as possible…. When it happened. My radio got stuck. At first I was amazed, "..wow, two stations have the exact same song on." And then I scanned - and brought the same song up again - and again - and again. I couldn't get away from the station. My radio was frozen on that one station. The hairs on the back of my neck began to tingle as I realized I as listening to the melodic stylings of Air Supply.
I sat there with my jaw agape, mind reeling when I heard the lyrics, "I was the lonely one, wondering what went wrong, why love had gone, and left me lonely." I sat there and thought to myself, "God Damn, Yo! I've felt jus' like dat!" And so I continued to listen.. "I used to think I was tied to a heartbreak…" Well God damn is right - dat whack ass shit be speakin to me! I been der in da trenches of love and fought with all my heart and soul - and da bitch done left me. I knew this brother's pain.
Well, wouldn't you know it, I stumbled upon an Air Supply rock-block of love. I sat there and cruised down the highway while my eyes swelled up like I'd just been sprayed with mace - and listened to their heavenly voices chant to me about loves lost and romance new. "Just when I thought I was over you… baby those memories come crashing through and I can't go on without you." Word is bond, yo. I got that brother's back. No fool should have to bear that kind of heartache alone. No matter how skanky da ho', you can get emotionally attached 'n shit. Women can be all fierce on da heart, I knows it to be true. I listened on with intent - these foo's be stepping up and showin their pain.
"Girl your every woman in the world to me. You're my fantasy, you're my reality." - Preach On Brother! Your God Damn right fantasy women are reality - der da cause of more heartache than anything. The succubus of the flesh be all consuming and can raise your ass to the heavens of pleasure or rip your soul apart with the firey demons of hell. And while she may "be everything to (you)" you best be coming to terms with dat shit cause it sure as hell is your reality. One day you wake up and find you're "all out of love," and "so lost without you." Fantasy women be takin your ass down to the crossroads of irritation and discontent and when they abandonin' your ass they aint be leavin you no damn road map on how to get back.
Now, don't get me wrong. Them fine boys from Air Supply don't just croon about the lost, forlorn, and misguided loves of years past. No, they be takin that pain and usin' it to express the new love in there life. They be sayin' I know pain, I know the dark and lonely, I know the fear of bein' alone 'n shit - but like, now that I found your ass - all dat shit can be like water on a hot day. Evaporated. They be sayin, "Now that I've found you, even the nights are better, even the days are brighter… now that I've found you." Shit y'all - dat be some pro-found liturgy. And it be the truth. You don't know how happy you can be till you know the depths of sorrow. And while no one wants to know befriend unhappiness, sometimes you must visit with him to find the true meaning of love. Damn yo - Air Supply done shown me the light. Warren G aint got nothing on these brothers. They better be coming to my county fair!
So, I found a new perspective on life in my car one night while traveling down the highway. I'm not sure if it was a mishap with my radio or the greater workings of some higher being, but I realized that sometimes the little lessons in life can learned in the strangest of places.
So keep it real punks! There's something to be said and learned from everyone. Keep those eyes and ears open and be ready for school'n, because you never know when you're going to be stare'n truth down in da face. It might be in the words of your dad, your best friend Hoopty, or some mystical voice on the radio guiding you down the highway of life. Keep an open mind y'all, and when the truth comes you'll know it… dats all I'm try'n ta say.
Word.
*Look for Mr. Sweeney's article "The Gospel of John Denver" later this week.
**The opinions expressed in Weekly Commentary are those of Mr. Sweeney and his alone. Any attempt at finding sanity or logic in his rantings are feeble, at best.
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