Millennials, Listen Up!

Like chocolate and peanut butter the poet and the storyteller end their search in a song.

His words sweet and creamy:

”Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose

and nothin’ don’t mean nothin’ if it ain’t free

But feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues

You know that feelin’ good was good enough for me,

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

Her voice warm, throaty and thick:

Well, I call him my lover, call him my man

I said, I call him my lover, did the best I can, c’mon

C’mon Bobby now, c’mon Bobby McGee, yea.

And like a peanut butter cup your mouth waters as you open the package, and lay the disc on the turntable. Is a treat less heavenly that delights the ear rather than the tongue? Or less fulfilling that satisfies the soul, rather than the body?

Kris Kristoferson and Janice Joplin, music that melds in your mind, not in your ear, bud.