Monday, January 30, 2017

January 30, 2017

Dear Diary,

My goodness, there are a lot of people running around like chickens with their heads cut off over this whole muslim thing. While I've been out of commission for a while, I honestly don't understand what the big hoo-hah is over this muslim band.

Now, to be fair, I've never heard their music, but I recall as a teenager, my parents hated Elvis and REALLY hated the Beatles.  A bunch of long-haired freaks, my father used to call them, although I'm pretty sure my mother liked to watch Elvis grind on stage.  She used to spend hours in the bathroom with the door locked and the hi-fi system blaring "Elvis's Greatest hits."  She said "Love Me Tender" made her feel all squishy.

Even during the you-know-what, I was proud to stand up for everyone's right to listen to the kind of music they enjoyed.  Why not? It doesn't hurt anyone.  We're a country of immigrants. If you don't like it, you can just move to another room.  That's what I always did when I traveled to Saudi Arabia and had to endure hours of those muslims playing that awful stuff.  And it really is awful.  Every single song sounds like the last one, none of them has a beat you can dance to, and everyone ends up at a mosque anyway, kicking off their shoes and bowing and stuff.

It's not my cup of tea, but when in Rome...

So I understand the kids, actors and other idiots citizens who protest publicly about muslim bands.  You don't have to like it, but I think the First Amendment protects us from censorship, not bad taste. I'm pretty sure the Feds went after the Kingsmen when they recorded "Louie, Louie," because it was about doing the horizontal mambo and in those days, nobody was even allowed to think about it, much less sing about it.  Agnew went after the Byrds for "Eight Miles High," too, but that wasn't about drugs.  That was about the Mile High Club, I think.

I miss Huma.

The thing is, every muslim band I've ever heard sings in whatever language those people speak, so what's the difference?  They could be wailing about their mother's grocery list and nobody here would have a clue what they're whining about.  Why all the fuss?

Uh oh.  It's almost time for the Mary Tyler Moore show.  I'm glad they brought that back.  She can turn the world on with her smile.

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