I spent my weekend looking for my glasses. Or, at least a frustratingly disproportionate part of my weekend. But I found them. My ear buds too.
It’s Monday.. I was feeling especially Lewy over the past few days but it seems to have lifted. I am getting a ringside seat to the part of my disease they call fluctuating.
Musical reference for today, June 3 comes from Bobbie Gentry and her classic Ode to Billy Joe. You might remember the opening:
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin’ cotton, and my brother was balin’ hay
Surprised Gentry didn’t find more success as good as she was on this song. She instead ended up more like Don McLean who wrote the brilliant American Pie. After that, as far as I know, he had minor hit with Vincent and then nada. Gentry put out some material but as I recollect she only had a hit with “Fancy” after Ode.
An example of Gentry’s great songwriting in Ode:
And papa said to mama, as he passed around the blackeyed peas
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There’s five more acres in the lower forty I’ve got to plow
And mama said it was a shame about Billy Joe, anyhow