late night lite rock
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| We don't watch too much TV. Yet occasionally, I'll lay in bed at night and channel surf. I will click and click and click and click. And click. Until my eyes hurt. Or until I've fallen asleep in some highly uncomfortable position with a pain in my arm that feels like somone slipped a tourniquet under my armpit. One question. Why can't I find anything watch in spite of the 79 channels?! I will go around the bases 7 - 8 times and land on a commercial everytime! And the next thing I know, it's midnight. And I have just wasted at least 1.5 hours of sleep while listening to Lara snore and watching the most recent episode of something on HGTV ... Ughhh. The other night something facinating happened. Two soft-rockers strolled on to the screen in their studio living room to invite me to re-live the soft-rock of yesteryear. (Is Air Supply still together?) I have to admit. I was hooked. No shame. I'm out front with it. And so for the next hour, I watched a TimeLife Infomercial. Nice. While some might like John Denver ... I forgot how much I liked this stuff. Seals and Crofts: Summer Breeze, Gary Wright: Dream Weaver, Orleans: Still The One, The Doobie Brothers: What A Fool Believes, America: You Can Do Magic, Air Supply: Even The Nights Are Better. And don't forget Bread, Chicago, Nicolette Larson, Ambrosia, Hall & Oates. I was tempted to purchase my "first cd with no obligation whatsoever". Somehow. Someway. I turned the tv and the lights off. And went to bed. Late night lite rock. It was worth it. Sailing. Takes me away. To where I've always heard it could be. Don't it make my brown eyes. Don't it make my brown eyes. Don't it make my brown eyes blue... |
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