Quote Originally Posted by Davey
Yeah right, not until some smart-ass birdie comes along uninvited and tells you how much better life is with a view. Besides, ponies are only for kids, silly skibunny

Or how about Quadrophenia? Parts of that Who rock opera have a similar feel to that Rachmaninoff tone poem when he's out on the water. "Love, Reign o'er Me" is one of the mightiest songs ever. Great, great stuff. Don't even need to listen to it anymore because it's so ingrained in my mind from countless spins in my younger days.


Hehehehe... me too! But then I think I already told you that. My buddy Keith brought me the original Quadraphenia album with the booklet inside. One of my biggest regrets is leaving that album at my mom's house when I moved away and my jerk-off brother took it. He also brought me an import only Who release which I should look for again, but I've never seen the cover, even in discographies.

That is a great suggestion though, Davey. I really should get the CD of Quadraphenia! So many angst-ridden choruses in that rock-opera. I love when Daltry screams LOOOOVE... REIGN O'ER ME!!!. Gives me chills even thinking about it.

This was one of my teenage anthems:

I went back to the doctor
I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink.
To get another shrink.
I sit and tell him about my weekend,
I sit and tell him about my weekend,
But he never betrays what he thinks.
But he never betrays what he thinks.

Can you see the real me, doctor?
Can you see the real me, doctor?

I went back to my mother
I went back to my mother
I said, ’I’m crazy ma, help me.’
I said, I’m crazy ma, help me.
She said, ’i know how it feels son,
She said, I know how it feels son,
’cause it runs in the family.’
’cause it runs in the family.

Can you see the real me, mother?
Can you see the real me, mother?

The cracks between the paving stones
The cracks between the paving stones
Look like rivers of flowing veins.
Look like rivers of flowing veins.
Strange people who know me
Strange people who know me
Peeping from behind every window pane.
Peeping from behind every window pane.
The girl I used to love
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house.
Lives in this yellow house.
Yesterday she passed me by,
Yesterday she passed me by,
She doesn’t want to know me now.
She doesn’t want to know me now.

Can you see the real me, can you?
Can you see the real me, can you?

I ended up with the preacher,
I ended up with the preacher,
Full of lies and hate,
Full of lies and hate,
I seemed to scare him a little
I seemed to scare him a little
So he showed me to the golden gate.
So he showed me to the golden gate.

Can you see the real me preacher?
Can you see the real me preacher?
Can you see the real me doctor?
Can you see the real me doctor?
Can you see the real me mother?
Can you see the real me mother?
Can you see the real me?
Can you see the real me?

Of course that was many years ago and this morning I am watching Antiques Roadshow, knitting, and making chicken soup.

How did this happen?

Snowflake