Jukebox Junction

It’s a crowded morning here in Jukebox City. That’d be my brain, my internal turntable, the home of, possiblly, total randomosity.

On first: Eagles – Hotel California

And she said: “We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax,” said the night man
“We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!"

Next up, one of my fave bands, War with Why Can’t We Be Friends 

I seen ya around for a long long time
I really remember you when you drank my wine

Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends

The color of your skin don't matter to me
As long as we can live in harmony

Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends

I'd kinda' like to be the president
So I could show you how your money's spent

Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends

Sometimes I don't speak right
But yet I know what I'm talking about

Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends

Followed by, Dionne Warwick – That’s What Friend’s Are For

Keep smiling and keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
In good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

And, naturalmente, the Beatles – With a Little Help From My Friends

Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away?
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day?
Are you sad because you're on your own?

I’m worried about Hillel’s mother. She’s in brilliant shape, is a fabulously active, social and sharply smart cookie. But she lives alone. Her children and grands all live a bazillion miles away. I think she should move up here…don’t you?

Wut?

Hillel’s response to my suggestion that, perhaps, I could talk with her and convince her to relocate was this:

“Italian motherliness versus Jewish grandmother…I’ll be, um, over here in the next county, sitting very quietly out of the way.”

Yep, our man Hillel has a highly developed sense of self-preservation.

To be clear, I totes grok that this is mostly a projection of my mega worries about Poppy. I couldn’t get him to move up here and, what with Plague45 and my own wretched health, I don’t know when I’ll see him again.

THIS SUCKS and I'M SUFFERING HERE! That last is what my friend Giovanni's mother screamed when we, on a brief, unannounced visit, wouldn't let her make us a meal. Denying her god-given right to cook and fuss was cruel of us. Yes, we gave in. OF COURSE we did!

I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends