I don't have a lot to say about this week's album. In fact, I had so little to say, I almost posted a random album that I happen to like and say something like, "Here's an album I like. Hope you like it too." One of these weeks, I'm sure I'll do that. But I was reminded of something that happened a couple of months ago that I thought would make good fodder for one of these weekly "sermons" and I never got around to writing it.
About two and a half weeks after my recent surgery, I had a follow-up appointment with a nurse practitioner. Everything looked pretty good. I was getting around okay, sometimes even without a walker. So I decided to try things I hadn't done in a few weeks. The first thing I did was walk up and down stairs. The morning after the appointment, I went for a drive.
I have one of those zippered leather folders that hold a whole bunch of CDs on the floor of my car--if you didn't live through the 1990s and early 2000s, you probably have no clue what I'm talking about (CDs? What are those?) Most of what's in there are random mixes and copies of my own CDs that I made for my parents a long time ago. But I saw one particular disc I had made that I thought would be great to drive to. It was a nice spring day. I rolled down the window, turned up the volume, and put my foot on the gas. The only way the experience could have been better is if my car had a manual transmission.
As a Hoosier, I was flooded with youthful memories of growing up in southern Indiana, around the same area where the artist grew up and still lives today. I particularly remembered my classmates playing his tapes on the playground during recess. The more I listened to his music as an adult, the more nostalgic I got. The only time in my life I ever got homesick was when I lived in Cleveland and it was almost always triggered by the classic rock station playing one of his songs--usually "Jack and Diane."
Over the years, this week's album has become my favourite. It doesn't hurt that it opens with my favourite song of his. Please enjoy John "Cougar" Mellencamp (as he was known then) with his 1983 album Uh-huh.
Until next week, stay safe, be good to your neighbours, and forget all about that macho shit and learn how to play guitar!
Yours in peace, love, and rock 'n' roll!
The Reverend Will the Thrill
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