Next up on the Boomer Hit Parade comes from the land down under.
"Cargo" was the 1983 release from the Australin band "Men at Work."
There are some nice cover versions on You Tube. I think the best is this one by Lazlo Bean, in which the song's writer, Colin Hay, makes a cameo appearance. The song gained a new generation of fans when Colin appeared on the hit TV comedy "Scrubs," playing this song over several scenes.
This was a second upload because I had to fix the lyrics as follows:
I worry "over" situations I know will be alright, not "about" those situations.
Ghosts appear "and" fade away, not "then" fade away.
Insomnia sucks, but sometimes, it just makes you work harder.
This one is dedicated to all my jamming buddies through the years: Ann and Andy, Max, Mark, Mike, Chris, Pam, Blake, Rocco, Ross, and Virgil. I will never forget you guys.
This one was harder to produce than the previous three music videos, and in my opinion, it sucks. The video editor kept crashing, and just like the previous video, "Old Man," I had to restart after losing hours of work.
It's also cringey. But I'm trying.
Funny thing is, I'm nowhere near the boss battle in my music journey.
Anyway, this song is dedicated to all the girls I've loved and will love ...
Can't you kids see us boomers also want to stop hate ... except for evil.
This is one you can approach from different --- angles.
I do not want to be obtuse, so let me say: "It's Time."
My musical journey has arrived at 2025 with a 50-year backlog of lyrical stress relief, and finally, I'm happy to share it with you, reader, in this stream of consciousness social medium.
I picked this as a first foray into YouTubery because, well, it's fairly simple to play, and more importantly there are no words! It may get worse if I start to sing, but it also might get better.
It took a couple dozen takes, and there's still a minor flaw at the end of the piece, but that's not important. Basically, I needed to learn how to properly edit videos. I used OpenShot software, and recorded on my Samsung Note 23 Phone. It's only a first effort and we'll see how this journey evolves.
Thanks in advance for (ahem) Liking, Sharing, and Subscribing.
Oh, and also, NEVER GIVE UP. Happy Birthday and Happy Valentines Day to the love of my life.
The more I try and use them, the more they stick around, and the more they haunt me for using them. Using the wrong words can get you in trouble.
Sometimes, words make ME laugh.
Sometimes, words make OTHER PEOPLE laugh.
And sometimes, words make other people BIG MAD.
The internet is a big place.
It is bigger than I imagined when I first connected to it with an IBM clone, running MS-DOS on a x286 CPU through a 14.4K baud dail-up modem in 1994. Back then, we lived out of a two-bedroom apartment, and I worked graveyard shifts to help raise our newborn baby girl.
My my, hey hey.
It is the best of times.
It is the wierdest of times.
It is time to communicate on another level because words to not do justice to explain reality.
Justice seeks
--- its own resolution.
Justice pays
--- no heed to the foibles of human desire.
What is the point?
I haven't posted since before what's-his-name was inaugurated to preside over the dissolution of the bankrupt corporation of 1871 (look it up) because we ALL needed a brief pause. Well, that pause is DONE, and it looks like the 60,000 soldiers of the digital army (look it up) are in full operational mode, and the restoration of the American Republic is underway.
I have put 5K into $BTC $ETH $ETC $XRP and $SOL.
Crypto currency comes from the crypt.
Look, all you young geniuses, I have been advocating in the Spirit of my Father's oath, and now, I can't quit. I care about our constitution. You will have to kill me if you think I'm giving up on you.
It's time to start makiing videos. Stay tuned.
The hunters are now the hunted.
A LAKE OF FIRE awaits you murdering monsters. Notice given. It is TIME for the musical part of this jurist to break the false and evil curse that you placed on my Father's legacy.
OPENING SCENE: A patient is lying unconscious in a hospital ICU. The camera pans down to follow the plastic tubing from his catheter, flowing and bubbling bodiliy fluids into a plastic tank.
DR.HOUSE: "The drug addict . . . is peeing blood."
CUT SCENE: A med school class where Dr. House is lecturing. He looks at a handful of yellow crayons, chooses one and begins coloring in a coloring book.
DR.HOUSE: "How do they teach you to tell someone that they're dying?"
(Blank looks from students wearing white coats.)
DR.HOUSE: "It's kinda like teaching architects how to explain why their building fell down."
(Continues coloring book)
"Do you role play at stuff?"
STUDENT: "Yeah. One of us gives the bad news, and one of us gets the bad news."
DR.HOUSE: "What do you have to do to get an A in - You're Dying 101? Do they grade you on gentleness and supportiveness? Is there a scale for measuring compassion?"
(Changes crayons)
" This buddy of mine . . . I gotta give him ten bucks every time someone says thank you. Imagine that. This guy's so good, people thank him for telling them they're dying.
(Looks at crayon, exchanges it for another)
"It's brown . . . I don't get thanked that often."
CUT SCENE: House is standing at the patient's bedside.
DR.HOUSE: "You're dying."
(Patient shows concerned look)
DR.HOUSE: "In a few hours. There's nothing we can do except deal with the pain."
PATIENT: "Well, I need to go home."
DR.HOUSE: "You're not going home."
PATIENT: "But my dog . . . what will happen to my dog?"
CUT SCENE: Two Drs. Wilson and Cameron are doing an MRI.
DR.CAMERON: "Her neck looks clean . . . no adenoma."
CUT SCENE: Back to the classroom.
STUDENT: "Wait, wait, wait . . . the guy's dying and all he cares about is his dog?"
DR.HOUSE: "Any of you guys go the dog route in your . . . improv sessions?"
(Another student gives a quizzical look)
DR.HOUSE: "It's a basic truth of the human condition . . . that everybody lies. The only variable is about what. The hard thing about telling someone they're dying is that . . . it tends to focus their prioritites. You find out what matters to them. What they're willing to die for. WHAT THEY'RE WILLING TO LIE FOR.
Three years of law school, five years of government work, five years of corporate work, twenty years of self-employment, and the good doctor summarized it all in a YT video. You do know the character is based on detective Sherlock Holmes, don't you?
YOU'RE WELCOME.
I'd love to elaborate, but I have a lot of catching up to do, and a BIG trip to take this November. We're out of the golf headcovers game, so it's an economic reboot.
Also, I have a new handle on X : @Musical_Jurist ...
Stay tuned, fellow boomers, millenials, and genners X-Y-Z.
In this Series Finale of Dobbs for Dummies, we talk about "RESPECT FOR THE COURT," and the impact that this decision has had and will have on American governmental institutions, law, and civil discourse. Not to mention millions of lives in utero.
As an officer of the court, I am essentially ogligated to be honest, transparent, and fair to everyone involved in this legal debate. It is settled for now, and I say that presuming we maintain a constitutional republic and not surrender to barbarism.
Perhaps we should just end it here, and going forward each of us can just figure shit out on our own.
Just in case, herein below (stupid lawyers) is what I could scrape from the interwebs, the remains of my written, posted work from blog posts over the last, oh, say, 15 years. I will always contend that much deep thought went into these rants, some were even fully captured. These thoughts, framed by bits of time, have been fueled by one American citizen's concern -- for both ourselves and our posterity.
With my mother-in-law's funeral service coming next week, what I can honestly say is that I have done and what I have done here to express, despite the degrees of separation the internet creates, what I know to be true, good, and consistent.
In the words of Nathaniel Benchley, "Only Earth and Sky Last Forever."
I'm not trying to top "mean Tweets," because it is the Divine Comedy that keeps me laughing.
With all our years of accumulated experience, and purported wisdom, boomers like us may need to re-consider that in the eyes of our children, we are simply fools, who care too much to simply quit.
Consider this body of work ---
and remember ---
whether at age 65, or any age, we are always a work in progress.
/initialize Time Warp
[some links may be missing--- if so, they didn't die . . . they just faded away . . . ]
