A Confession

Maybe it’s the dang political rhetoric that, to my ears, sounds like “blah-blah-blah-blah…”  Maybe it’s the head cold making me feel blah-blah-blah-blah.  But whatever the reason, last night I popped in Don Henley’s  Inside Job  and came alive with lyrics like…

“He speaks the language of a warrior, he mounts his misinformed attack, he wears the clothes of a dissenter but there’s a logo on his back.  And it’s a hollow rebellion as rebellions mostly are.  It’s just another raging tempest in a jar.”

Now before you “unfollow” my blog for fear I’m about to mount my own “misinformed attack,” rest assured that all I want to say is that Henley’s music connected my head with my heart.  It was magic, perhaps even therapeutic, how this song dredged up gunk that had backlogged in my soul.  It was also a heck of a lot cheaper than counseling!

Yes, I’m a recovering cynic and should have known better, but with the week I’d had, well, I couldn’t resist the temptation.  So after dinner, when no one was looking, I spun off in my Jeep and slammed down some shots of cynicism with Don.

Now don’t worry, I’m not going to go on a binge, and if it makes you feel better, I’ll promise not to do this again anytime soon.

But I must confess that it sure does feel good to vent!  So since I’m still under the influence, I’ll let Don conclude this post…

“Now the trouble with you and me, my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little appreciation.  And I know that kind of notion –well, it just ain’t cool, so send me back to Sunday school…”