This inspired me to put James Carr’s “The Goldwax Singles” and the Flying Burrito Brothers’ “The Gilded Palace Of Sin” into my queue. Good, good stuff, very soothing in these times of trouble. And if you’re wondering, we are talking about this song, maybe the greatest soul standard ever, at least the best cheating song ever written just for this purpose during a poker game.
August 8, 2022 – Olivia Newton-John died. I don’t consider myself to be a very emotional person, but I bawled like a baby for a long time. I fell in love with her when I first saw her in 1974, when I was 13.
I’ll get tears from particularly engaging and emotional movies, Pixar etc. But otherwise, I just don’t cry. My 7-year-old son has complained about it.
I was very sad at the passing of our three dogs, but I don’t remember crying. They were all very old, so I had time ahead to process. One died in my arms after making the most awful yelp I wish I hadn’t heard.
I haven’t lost any family members. I do assume I’ll be a compete wreck when that happens.
The last time I actually cried because I was sad was April 2010. I had been unemployed for over a year during the Great Recession without being able to even sniff a job, but just secured an interview for a videographer job at Tesla. Then the recruiter called and canceled because her bosses didn’t think I was qualified. That was the lowest point in my life, including cancer treatment. I cried, alone in my bathroom.
Every day since the election was called. Seems like weeks but I guess only a couple days now. The maternal death rate in the US was already terrible. It’s going to get much worse. But it’s ok, says my husband. Trump is all talk.
I cried that day, too. I fell in love with her in '78, when I was 13, as well.
Today - I found out a dog I really loved (not my dog) had to be put down.
Two days ago.