I’m writing this at about one a.m. and that’s not the wisest time to write something that someone else may eventually read! Oh well, let’s roll.
I woke up from about two hours’ fitful sleep and discovered I’d been dreaming some pretty weird dreams accompanied by the words and music of “Seven Spanish Angels” by Ray Charles and Willie Nelson. I vowed never again to listen to that song on YouTube just before going to bed.
Seven Spanish Angels is probably not a song you want to base your theology on, at least not exclusively. “There were seven Spanish angels, at the altar of the sun. They were praying for the lovers, in the valley of the gun..” It goes on…
YouTube is becoming a universe in itself. A couple of years ago, when I’d search YouTube for an obscure song that only I and four other people on earth would even think of or remember, I’d be lucky to find even a jumpy, low-res video from a hand-held recorder in a low-light setting in someone’s basement. Now I can search the same eclectic mental play-list and come up with dozens (well, three or four) versions shot professionally and recorded flawlessly.
Two other songs I thought of and listened to before heading off to bed a few hours ago are “The Late Night Benediction At The Y’All Come Back Saloon” and “My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys.”
If you’re reading this late at night, just before heading off to bed, I can only hope that you click on the link and have a listen. Then good luck with getting it out of your brain!