I am listening to the “Shakedown” studio version of “France” tonight, and you know what?
I’m enjoying it very much. Very much indeed. As counter-cultural as it is to admit that fact.
So hate on, haters, it’s a crazy feeling . . . but you know, Donna’s got me reeling, especially when she says that she loves you, or me, or whoever, except that she doesn’t say that, exactly, because she’s too busy loving to dance, kicking her heels up in the air, snapping her fingers for romance, and etc.
So, again, etc. I’m on Team Donna right now. She touches it, and it’s better than it would have been without her. Q.E.D., even if Mickey’s wearing a silly hat and Billy is punching Josh in the sea stones.
I would not have felt this way in 1978, I have to be fair in noting. But we get more graceful with age, and we appreciate the things that might have rubbed us the wrong way when our brains were fueled more by testosterone than by serotonin.
All of which is by way of saying that in the ’70s, I said terrible things about Keith and Donna, and now Keith is dead, so I can’t rectify that sad state of affairs . . . but Donna lives, and whatever she chooses to choose, I’m there with her, even if it’s the studio version of “France.”
I am listening to the “Shakedown” studio version of “France” tonight, and you know what?
I’m enjoying it very much. Very much indeed. As counter-cultural as it is to admit that fact.
So hate on, haters, it’s a crazy feeling . . . but you know, Donna’s got me reeling, especially when she says that she loves you, or me, or whoever, except that she doesn’t say that, exactly, because she’s too busy loving to dance, kicking her heels up in the air, snapping her fingers for romance, and etc.
So, again, etc. I’m on Team Donna right now. She touches it, and it’s better than it would have been without her. Q.E.D., even if Mickey’s wearing a silly hat and Billy is punching Josh in the sea stones.
I would not have felt this way in 1978, I have to be fair in noting. But we get more graceful with age, and we appreciate the things that might have rubbed us the wrong way when our brains were fueled more by testosterone than by serotonin.
All of which is by way of saying that in the ’70s, I said terrible things about Keith and Donna, and now Keith is dead, so I can’t rectify that sad state of affairs . . . but Donna lives, and whatever she chooses to choose, I’m there with her, even if it’s the studio version of “France.”
Amen.
Well said.
The studio version of Rain isn’t bad either.
“Team Donna Jean” = the next tee shirt?