Mayfair wrote:Mr. Weissenberger! Mr. Midgett! YOU are why I keep coming back to this damn board!

Da! Seconded!

This BRW/TM exchange, fantastical in ripple-effect scope, the Free To Be You And Me/Rosey Grier decades-old memory punch is first class!

FIRST Class!!

Don't Dress Your Cat In An Apron!


Q: Why when I search the Interweb for images of Free To Be You And Me feat. the Honorable Rosey Grier, why does a photo gallery of the George Clooney appear to be one of my reference options?


A: Sheer, unadulterated joyous luck!

Mr Weissenberger's and Tmidgett's posts w/r/t Rosey Grier and the greatness thereof is making me misty a bit at work, a bit, salut!

Occassionally in my car, when listening to music so loud, too loud in fact for the little stock speakers of my Chevy Prism (is nice old person sort of car!) I get choked up by certain songs. For instance, "Digital" by Joy Division, this song she "gets me there", when alone in the car and is playing loud, even when I'm not sad, is strange no? Not even ballad songs or tear yanking songs, I get the choked up by "rockers", wtf?

I read this thread and I think, "man this board she a bunch of crybabies!", but maybe this a beautiful thing, for grown men/women to be such cry babies.

Internet you are strange, strange place...salut!

the Classical wrote:"Digital" by Joy Division, this song she "gets me there", when alone in the car and is playing loud, even when I'm not sad, is strange no?

Hey, guy. These song, she is to "get me" too. Maybe is no so the strange as you are to thinking. Or maybe I am the pansy!

Mr. Chimp wrote:This BRW/TM exchange, fantastical in ripple-effect scope, the Free To Be You And Me/Rosey Grier decades-old memory punch is first class!

I haven't heard "It's All Right To Cry" since 1978 or so, but I remember all the lyrics.

"It's all right to feel things/though the feelings may be strange
Feelings are such real things/And they change and change and change"

If anyone knows of any scientific studies that have been done into why it is so effortlessly easy to memorize and retain large groups of words when they are presented melodically (the Potsie study?), I would like to read it/them.

I too cried, for the man who lost his wife.. as mentioned by mr albini.

any of the 9/11 stuff. I bit at the thought of my brother moving to SF for possibly for a very long time.

Often stuff about john lennon, his being shot.

It comes and goes, but every few weeks I will be watchingsomething and my wife sort of yells, "are you crying!?!"

i recall the last time i cried.

i am the third of four children. a middle child. my mother and father are now officially divorced but have been estranged the last eight years.

my paternal grandmother died from complications of alzheimer's in october. that day had a strange feel to it. overcast but not rainy or humid. very slow at work. riding through the city on my bicycle during the ride home i knew something was different in my part of the world. there was no traffic. no nothing. it was quiet and eerie. this was a friday. the funeral was on a monday.

the reason my mother and father seperated is my dad is a depressive alcoholic. he is the third of ten chilren. his father fostered a sense of competition between the ten children. instead of teaching them they are brothers and sisters and should help eachother, they were always at each other's throats over the pettiest of things.

being raised in the house with a depressive, abusive alcoholic pulled me, my siblings and my mother closer together. i love them dearly, they are easily my favorite people on the planet.

at the funeral we see my grandfather choking back tears. nine of the ten siblings (one was n florida unable to travel and dying of emphysema) getting along, hugging, laughing, crying, telling sweet anecdotes of my grandmother and each other. we see that all this acrimony between them can be let go. we see how tragic it is that they could've gotten along all this time and haven't. my mother starts crying. my big brother starts crying. i start crying.

i can't stand to see my mother or siblings cry. it gets me everytime.

I can't really explain it but seeing a crowd of people makes me feel like crying. When they show footage of festivals on tv and there are 50 thousand people singing along in unison. Even to something lame like Robbie Williams. Something about that many people together and all singing as one moves me.

This is probably a bad idea for a first post but I have to say that reading these posts has moved me to tears. You are beautiful people.

Listened to that Nagin interview.

CottonSocks wrote:This is probably a bad idea for a first post but I have to say that reading these posts has moved me to tears. You are beautiful people.

CottonSocks,

I can confirm that this is 100% true, at least with respect to the people whom I know personally.

They are 1000000000% beautiful.

All of them.

Salut, Crying CottonSocks!