I think I'm finally getting a handle on my lifelong state of almost constant depression: it's 70s music.
When I was a youngster, I was surrounded by 70s music because (a) it was the 70s; (b) there was always music on. I was much younger than my siblings, so I tended to get the EZ-Listening version of it, since my mom didn't listen to the original stuff that often.
Anyway, when a Sloper made a comment recently that my musical choices were lilting toward the EZ-listening spectrum recently, I pondered as to why that might be. I fired up a song on YouTube that I knew I heard many times as a kid, but I had never listened to the lyrics. Well, today, I took the time to do so:
What I formerly had thought of as a jaunty, catchy melody is, in fact, a song about jumping off a tower to one's grisly death because of an acknowledgement of love's constant betrayal. Good God in heaven! No wonder I'm so screwed up!
Naturally.
