My city offers a summer-long concert series. Every Thursday night in town square, there’s a nationally-recognized act. This week, it was Jeff Healey. I was overjoyed. I LOVE Jeff Healey. Blues and classic rock are such great music, and he’s just one of my favorites of all time.
And then… I didn’t end up going. I gave a couple of different reasons - no one wanted to go with me, it was gonna be too hot, too many people in the square were going to be drunk. All in all, though, there was only one reason, and I can’t believe it’s as important as it is.
“Angel Eyes” was ‘our’ song.
I thought I was over her. We’ve been broken up for over a year now. Yes, I know we were together for two and a half years… but it just seems like the time should have healed it by now. She’s got a new boyfriend. He’s making her happy. Meanwhile, I’ve floundered through two rebounds, but never found someone who made me happy the way she did.
But I really thought I was. I can look at and converse with him without feeling nauseous. I can talk to her without getting the impulse to ask her to please come back to me. I’ve even stopped thinking about her late on sleepless nights, wondering if I’ll ever find someone who will appreciate my idiosyncracies and make me feel the way she made me feel. But that… damn… song. It used to be one of my favorites. Now, I haven’t listened to it in its entirety since the breakup, and…
well, I skipped Jeff Healey tonight. That just about says it all.
Paint a huge banner that says, “Jeff, please don’t play ‘Angel Eyes’ because it upsets me greatly. How about a nice rendition of, say, ‘Hangin’ Tough’ by New Kids On The Block instead? Thanks so much.” Yes, I know Jeff won’t be able to see it, but I imagine one of his backing musicians will relay the message.
Hey, Snooooopy, if Ace309 wears earplugs, how’s he going to know when the song’s over? Have a friend give him a signal? And won’t he be replaying the thing in his head?