Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
The human mind is a puzzling thing. In the predawn hours, knowing that I’d be deprived of an additional hour of sleep, mine served me The Carpenters’ “For All We Know” — in its entirety, accurate and complete, with feelin’, and including the eerie oboe line and treacled harmony on the word, “Waaaaaaaaaaah” — which, I don’t even know what that means.
So I woke up unable to get the song out of my head. I wasn’t even thinking about that junior high dance where I tried slow dancing with Sandy Becker to this very song, but couldn’t get through it because Mike Messner wouldn’t stop pointing at us and laughing.
Sometimes I wish I could cut off my mental supply of pop tunes. Nostalgia isn’t worth the agony.