Another one bites the dust.
Another one bites the dust.
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I’m gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
It took the better part of 30 years for me to truly appreciate the rock band Queen. I must say though, I thought it a rather odd match up when former Free and Bad Company front man Paul Rodgers recently joined up to become Queen’s singer. The only reason I say that is that I never pictured Rodgers singing Freddie Mercury parts such as those in “Bohemian Rhapsody” or “Fat Bottomed Girls.” The fact that “We Will Rock You”/”We Are the Champions” has endured to the point of it being as prevalent during sporting events as “The Star-Spangled Banner” attests to Queen’s place in musical history.
But I didn’t intend to write a thesis on rock culture or Queen. I only used the band’s “Another One Bites the Dust” lyrics combined with the Father Time photo to introduce the subject of another year coming to an end. That year is 2008. Spoken it is “Two thousand eight” or “Two thousand and eight” or “Twenty O eight.” It seems like I heard Fox News do it the latter way and if indeed that is where I heard it, I hate to say it (because I don’t HEART Fox News), but the “Twenty O” is what I really prefer. The reason is continuity.
During the last century we spoke of “Nineteen ninety-nine” While our grandparents (mine at least) spoke of “Nineteen O nine” or even “Eighteen ninety-nine.” Nonetheless, we are we now burning through the years of the 21st century so I think we need to come to a consensus. All in favor say “Aye.”
Another year gone. An interesting year it was. The first black man was elected president. The economy is as screwed up as a football bat. Locally, here in Southeast Texas, we got bitch-slapped by Hurricane Ike right after a rainy tropical storm Edouard and the town practically emptied for Hurricane Gustav which missed us at least.
Personally, I had a relationship with a psycho that fortunately ended before any serious damage was done. I didn’t do nearly as much writing for dollars as I should have but vow to next year. And at this moment, the black eyed peas are cooking. This year the peas will be a Cajun style BEP with tasso used for seasoning as I was not going to pay $4 for ham hocks at the local Market Basket down the street.
Everyone judges for themselves how their year went and in which directions. Although I had some banking problems this morning caused by an unexpected hotel reservation using my credit card that I didn’t authorize, and this bank clerk really pissed me off and I made a scene to let her know that, I guess everything is okay for the moment at least.
I hope my friends and relatives who read this or even those I don’t know who read this will have a grand Twenty O nine or Two thousand nine, if they prefer. I think I am going to see if I can find some Queen + Paul Rodgers somewhere on this computer to listen to after I check the BEPs.