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You-Tube showed me a "Mix" that it made me this morning...sometimes music inspires me, although I hope never to be that writer that shows off character playlists and all that kind of...Anyway, I think You-Tube knows I was a Promising Young Woman in the nineties and have hippie parents with slightly dueling record collections(And, yes, Everclear, Dad's a white-guy disappointment who will be officially muted when James Taylor dies.) I have my own spin on all that stuff, as many of us do, but I don't think I'm that deep. (Anymore.) There is still one surprise, though-- my own history with "Joker" by Steve Miller.
Aside from hearing it approximately 3 million times when out with my mother as a sprout(as with Margaritaville, that I much prefer) one special place I must have heard it was at some point on my way to my biggest ADAPT action in Washington DC. I had it stuck in my head for all three days. Maybe everyone else was filled with grandeur and purpose and I was wondering what a pompatus is for about the fifty-thousandth time. That would explain a lot about my life, maybe. Anyway, pretty sure You-Tube isn't reading my memories, just yet...still wish they were better in case. probably it just "figured out' how much guitar I like or something.