Things noted this weekend:
- Flipping around on TV in a motel room on Saturday we caught the horror of a really decrepit Paul McCartney playing Beatles songs at Live 8. Augh.
- Yesterday in the car we turned the radio on to KFJC, which on sunday nights plays Spliff Skankin’s Jah Music, an apparently excellent reggae show (Eric likes reggae a lot. I am subjected to reggae a lot). The first hour of Jah Music is always dedicated to a Bob Marley live show. Every week. Bob Marley. I Shot the Sheriff. No Woman Don’t Cry. Buffalo Soldier. One Love. Whether I like it or not, I know pretty much every single Bob Marley song.
It occurs to me that if you’re a musician with a bunch of Big Hits you must get awfully sick of playing the darn things after a while (although Bob Marley, being dead, probably no longer cares). I guess the advantage of getting famous for writing a book is that they don’t make you write it over and over again for the rest of your life.
So whn are you going to write “Teach Yourself PHP 5”? 😉
I remember an interview with Don McLean,
where he was asked if he minded performing
“American Pie” on so many occasions. He replied,
“I don’t mind, because that song has a
special meaning for me. What it means to me
is that I don’t have to work a day of my life
that I don’t want to.”