Floods and Explosions

I don't sleep well when I'm congested. Never have. And my post-nasal drip is a flood. Didja know that I can spit a good gob ten feet? Yup.

If I've been lying awake for more than half an hour, I go downstairs and turn on the TV. That usually can do the trick, unless there's something interesting on (yeah, yeah, I know . . .).

I came across Barry Williams (Greg from the Brady Bunch) selling "70s Music Explosion". Man, I love those songs. Even tho' the commercial - which was one of those half hour jobs - only played a couple of lines from each song, I was hooked.

One of those songs is America's Horse With No Name. When I was in sixth or seventh grade, living in San Dimas, CA, a local radio station had a contest to promote this song. Whoever came up with the best name for a horse would WIN a horse. I sent in a TON of entries. Can't remember a single one! Should have kept that list, it would have been funny to see now. Anyway, this song is quoted in today's Doonesbury comic:



If you haven't been following the strip, Jimmy Thudpucker, a rocker from thirty years ago, has now done an album of "standards." Mark, a DJ, can't quite believe it. He's been interviewing "James" this week. Click on the comic to get a bigger view.