Ode to Normund
I was thinking of Normund--when am I not?-- while I was eating some Campbell's soup, which naturally made me think of Glen Campbell. Besides concluding that the cowboy singer's oeuvre was as glutinous as the Cream of Chicken in my bowl, I was moved to pen an ode in tribute to Normund, based on one of Glen's timeless classics. Up until now, I had not realized that most of the lyrics make no sense at all! Well, it was the 70's; very little of the music was coherent and I won't even attempt to address the fashion. Nevertheless, Mr. Campbell has unwittingly provided a touching framework in which to plug our Normund nostalgia:
It's knowing that your voice is always singing
That J-Hud song from Dreamgirls
That makes me tend to leave my DVDs
Of Idol Season 8 stashed upon my shelf
And it's knowing you’re not shackled
By trendy clothes and hair
Or covers of Kanye tunes or some such
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever, Gentle, on my mind....
It's knowing that your voice is always singing
That J-Hud song from Dreamgirls
That makes me tend to leave my DVDs
Of Idol Season 8 stashed upon my shelf
And it's knowing you’re not shackled
By trendy clothes and hair
Or covers of Kanye tunes or some such
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever, Gentle, on my mind....
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