. . .yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone.
FavD and I had a musical rehearsal last night until late (for Singin’ in the Rain, I’ll blog that next month) so we recorded all the doings from Denver, and I just now got the chance to fast forward up to President Clinton’s speech.
I saw Kendrick Meek of Florida introduce him — chuckling to myself because when I was lobbying for public schools back in the 80s, Kendrick’s mother Carrie was in the Florida Senate taking the mike in her high-pitched Butterfly McQueen voice to proclaim the gospel that some bill or amendment or other, was “Black Flag dead!”
So I chuckled at Kendrick and thought again how Florida is always pivotal in presidential elections, an honor I’d gladly give up if I knew how, and then the Bill Clinton intro music began to play:
Yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone?
How ironic, and kinda sad. I remember hearing that same theme song when he took the stage with a much younger, almost-girlish, darker-eyebrowed Hillary, so achingly young and excited and overconfident.
That song was playing, and it was our song and their song. It was right then, and it’s still right now.
Maybe it’s still ours, but not theirs anymore . . .
Oh well, as popular music it beats Wake Up Little Susie!
Yes, it’s a highly rated crowd pleaser of a song that has stood the test of time, its power of story about lying to parents and pleasing the country-western crowd, but they are so gosh-darn earnest and church-going and clean-cut about it . . .
This year the Bush-Rove team is singing McCain to sleep, with innocent lies to tell us parents. . .
This study offers a biting look at unwed pregnancy in the 50s and 60s and the pressure on white women to surrender their children for adoption. A backdrop to modern adoption practices. . .