A musical interlude

It appears that I shot my wad yesterday with the long entry about vaccine production, and I'm a little tapped out today. I hope you'll join me in watching one of my favorite Blondie songs, "(I'm Always Touched By Your Presence) Dear," from their album "Plastic Letters." I think it's a beautiful song, with wonderful lyrics. The line "levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere" is one that I've always loved.

Blondie is considered a punk/New Wave band, and I think a lot of people make the mistake of thinking that such bands were all like the Sex Pistols, loud, crude, and sort of insane. While I definitely enjoy such bands, many of the artists from that era and genre had true talent and musical skill. Deborah Harry could tear it up as well as the rest of them, but this song is…well, I think it’s lovely.

Note Clem Burke's mad skillz as drummer...Cousin Shane and I have always thought he was under-appreciated. Enjoy!

(I'm Always Touched By Your Presence) Dear

Was it destiny?
I don't know yet.
Was it just by chance?
Could this be Kismet?

Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear,
now I'm always touched by your presence, dear.

When we play at cards you use an extra sense.
(It's really not cheating)
You can read my hand, I've got no defense.
When you sent your messages whispered loud and clear,
I am always touched by your presence, dear.

Floating pass the evidence of possibilities.
We could navigate together, psychic frequencies.
Coming into contact with outer entities.
We could entertain each one with our theosophies.

Stay awake at night and count your R.E.M.'s

when you're talking with your super friends.

Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere.
I am still in touch with your presence, dear.
I am still in touch with your presence, dear.
I am still in touch with your presence, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.