Saturday, 23 April 2016

'Of' Course, We've Lost Another One

Up until now, I had always held fast to the theory that being aged twenty-seven is statistically the most risky time for a singer.  The 27 Club has many talented and lamented late members (Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Amy Winehouse, Pete Ham, and Kurt Cobain to name just a few).  But now my theory is being tested, and I'm starting to wonder is 2016 the most risky time to be a singer.  Seriously, how many beauties have we lost this year?  David Bowie, Jon English, Glenn Frey, Keith Emerson, and now bloody Prince!  There must be one hell of a music festival planned in Rock and Roll Heaven, where you know they got a hell of a band!  Yeah, that cheesy old Righteous Brothers number is one of my guilty pleasures.  And Keith Richards is probably flipping the bird in the direction of the Grim Reaper and sniggering, 'Hahahaha, fuck ya!'  (Seriously, how in God's name is that man still alive?!!)  To be honest, Prince is not somebody for whom I'd have parted with my cash to see in concert, but I liked some of his songs and thought him a very talented man.  Anybody who writes their own stuff and is a multi-instrumentalist (and I do believe Prince played over twenty instruments) has my admiration.

So, I have had Prince songs stuck in my head for a few days, chiefly, 'Little Red Corvette'.  I always did rather like that.  I think I was about seventeen when it was released.  And up until a few minutes ago, always thought it was about a classic motor vehicle.  You know, for a writer, I can be a bit obtuse when it comes to metaphors at times.  Turns out it's about a one night stand.  Silly me....

[THE TYPING OF THIS BLOG POST HAS BEEN MOMENTARILY SUSPENDED WHILST THE AUTHOR ASSISTS HER HUSBAND WHO IS IN THE PROCESS OF ATTACHING A SCREEN TO A DOOR.  NORMAL BLOGGING WILL BE RESUMED SHORTLY]

Right.  I'm back.  Yes, as I was saying, I was a bit slow on the uptake with the metaphorical content of 'Little Red Corvette'.  I don't actually get the line 'by the way you parked your car sideways...'.  It's subtext is lost on me.  I'm just glad there's somebody out there who parks worse than I do.  Well, that's how I'm choosing to interpret the lyric. 

But all metaphorical meaning spiralled off to Hell when I was reading the lyrics, and saw, 'I guess I should of closed my eyes'.  'OF'?  Seriously?  I'm choosing to not believe that's what Prince wrote, and rather the master of this particular lyrics page thought that was the lyric.  It's like I cannot escape it, this malevolent miswording.  It's everywhere, and as insidious an epidemic as the misplaced apostrophe.  Can everyone PLEASE stop using 'of' where it should be 'have'?  Just stop it; it's EVIL!!

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