My 8th grade classes just read Walt Whitman’s “Oh Captain, My Captain.” I love that poem as it used an extended metaphor to talk about Abraham Lincoln and his death after the Civil War ended.
So I assigned my students a poem to write. They were to write an elegy, which, according to the Oxford Dictionary, is a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.
I decdied that I wanted to write a poem too. I chose Robin Williams because how impactful he was to my life. I remember where I was when I heard the news… I was at a movie theater watching a live premiere of the movie “The Giver.” The news hit like a sledgehammer to my gut.
I wrote this poem I titled “An Elegy for the Clown” and I really love how it came out. I wanted to share it here.
An Elegy for the Clown
It was as if it happened yesterday.
Awaiting the curtain to be drawn
An atmosphere of electricity crackled away
Signaling the debut of a new dawn.
……….. A sudden cry came from far and wide
……….. Divulging that our clown had died
*
The circus was overwhelmed by the rain
Pounding upon the souls of the grieving
A painted-on smile obscured his pain
The facade of facepaint deceiving.
…………The fans beneath the big-top cried
…………Discovering that our clown had died
*
The clown was a master of his craft
Perfromances unlike but a few
We laughed, we laughed, we laughed, we laughed
Every act, every joke wholeheartedly through.
……………The tears of his peers flowed as they tried
……………To understand why our clown had died.
*
Time after time, our clown changed his face
To therapist, nanny, DJ, or genie.
Make-up morphed him into each role he’d embrace
Magically even more than Harry Houdini.
…………….. Each role a bandage; make-up applied.
……………..Leading to the reason why our clown died
*
They say pain and loss subsides over time
Good days, laughter, memories of him.
His acting, his improv and even his mime,
Can push aside feelings of sadness or grim.
………..To clowns, young and old, an inspiration bona fide.
Written: Young MC/Matt Dike/Michael Ross/Al Yankovic
Album: UHF
Released: 1989
Genre: rap/comedy
Parody: “Wild Thing” by Tone Loc (Weird Al’s first parody of a rap song)
Weird Al has an affinity for classic TV shows, as he has done songs about the Beverly Hillbillies and The Brady Bunch among others. This song is a spoof on the TV show Gilligan’s Island.
Lyrics
Met this fine young thing At the local Circle K She made a date for a half past eight And I said, “What the hey?”
So I journeyed to her crib And I let myself inside That chick was slouched down on the couch I think her brain was fried
Couldn’t figure it out She wouldn’t even look at me Then I saw her eyes, she was hypnotized Cold glued to her TV
“Hey, what’s your problem baby doll Let’s have a little fling” She said, “Hey you fool, now just be cool I’m watchin’ that Gilligan’s Isle thing”
Isle thing Isle thing
Watchin’ all night Musta been a marathon I was bummin’, those shows kept comin’ Here’s what was goin’ on
These Castaways were stranded On this island out at the sea One of them called Gilligan So let’s name him after me
He’d mess up every rescue Man, that first mate was illin’ If I was one of those Castaways I think I’d probably kill him
Just about that time Telephone began to ring She said, “Just let it, my machine’ll get We’re watchin’ the Gilligan’s Isle thing
Isle thing She loves that Gilligan’s Isle thing Isle thing Please, baby, baby, please
I like the professor He always saves their butts He could build a nuclear reactor From a clouple’ of coconuts
She said, “That guy’s a genius” I shook my head and laughed I said, “If he’s so fly, they tell me why He couldn’t build a lousy raft”
And while we’re on the subject I’ll tell you one thing for sure Those homeboys brought an awful lot For just a three hour tour
Then her mom came in the room It was kind of embarrasing She said, “Hey you two, I was once like you And I loved that Gilligan’s Isle thing”
The series of Sha Na Na is coming close to an end as I am in the middle of season 4. Season 4 has not been my most favorite season of this show. I think a big part of that is that they have been doing a bunch of songs that I have never heard before. Part of the fun of Sha Na Na is that they were singing songs that I recognized form the 1950s and 1960s. While I appreciate that they do not repeat songs very often, a lot of these songs did not appeal to that nostalgia. They did them fine, but I just was not engaged as I should have been.
Some of these guests were scrapping the bottom of the barrel too. See if you can figure out which one of these is not like the others: Lacy J. Dalton, Joey Travolta, The Currie Sisters, Jackie DeShannon and James Brown. Yep, I said James Brown. It was a strange performance though. He did not seem to get much reaction from the Sha Na Na crowd and it seemed to bother him. I think he probably fed off the energy of the crowd a lot, and there was not much energy in the crowd.
One of the comedy bits was with the song Istanbul (Not Constantinople) and I remember learning about that country name change from this song.
They played the song “Rock ‘N Roll Music” but it was sung by Chico. While I enjoy Chico’s songs usually, it just felt like the wrong Sha Na Na singer for this song. It was originally recorded by Chuck Barry and I think it would have been better with Donny singing it. Or maybe Screamin’ Scott. Chico’s version was fine, but it just did not feel right.
There were actually several songs that felt a little off during these episodes. I wonder if they were realizing that the end was near and that the overall energy was starting to lack a bit.
I had speculated after the third episode that Anna’s mother, Alice, was the killer and that she had killed Rachel in a state of confusion. When the second body showed up, I figured that my twist suspect was innocent.
Nope. I was right. Alice was the killer. However, I was wrong in that she did it in a state of confusion. No, she planned it out and executed all three of the killings as retribution for an attack that Anna suffered at her 16th birthday party when she was raped by a bunch of men and these girls just sat back and watched. The whole dementia thing was faked as part of her plan to get away with the murders.
She confesses in a letter she wrote to Anna, who was pregnant and had reunited with Jack.
For awhile, the show hinted that maybe the killer was actually Kathryn, and I was guessing that she had faked her own death, but that was also a theory that was quickly dropped in this finale. Turned out that Lexy Jones was actually Kathryn. Lexy and her husband was the patsies here because Alice was planning on framing Lexy for the murders, but Priya shot her before that could happen. Poor Richard the camera guy got totally f-ed up during this whole thing, and he did not do anything,
It always felt as if there was something missing. I stated it last week that it felt as if there were some pieces that did not fit together and that I was hoping that the show would fill those gaps in in the finale. It sure did that.
The video tape that Alice found that showed the assault on Anna at her 16th birthday, and it inspired her to go after the others. That twist made a lot of the missing gaps go away. At first, I was not sure about the twist, but as it continued on, I found it to be a neat way to wrap up the limited series.
I enjoyed the six episodes and it does feel like it was a satisfying conclusion to an intense series. I am not sure how I feel about the ending as things are left fairly up in the air. And poor Richard…
So with that, another series during the Sunday Morning Sidewalk comes to a close. Next week, we start the new series, the Game of Thrones prequel series, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms on HBO Max. I never watched Game of Thrones, but I heard that you do not need to have seen the original to enjoy this show. I hope they are right.
I started a new program on Amazon Prime today, watching the first two episodes of Jury Duty Presents Company Retreat.
This is the second season of Jury Duty, which was one of the best surprise series from 2023. It was a hilarious series that was one of the most intriguing concepts on television. The idea for the first Jury Duty, a real person is called for Jury Duty and every other person involved in the show is an actor.
In this season, instead of being called for jury duty, our real person who is unaware that this is really a TV show is named Anthony Norman and he is a temp worker applying for a job at a company called “Rockin’ Grandma’s Hot Sauce” and he goes with the workers on a company retreat.
He was set up as the assistant to Kevin, who winds up leaving the retreat in embarrassment, leaving Anthony in his stead.
I have to say, the first episode was feeling too over the top and I was not sure if I wanted to watch the rest of the series. The second issue was better for me and started to pick up the story better.
It just felt as if there was just too much ridiculousness to accept that Anthony would still be going along with it.
The excuse for why there is a documentary crew in tow and everyone speaks to a camera at times is that the owner Doug was retiring and passing the CEO seat to his son, Dougie. That made sense, but there is a limit to what one could expect someone to react to.
Of course, last season, the “winner” received a huge cash prize for succeeding and being a good person, and Anthony certainly feels like a solid person too. Seeing how he will react to the craziness coming might be worth sticking out. There are only a total of 8 episodes, so I plan on finishing this up.
There was a feeling of finality in this episode of Shrinking.
Paul convinces Gabby to come back to work and then offers her the practice once again. However, he did not call her out on ditching her dream of setting up a trauma center. Something that Liz came to yell at him about.
Paul kept talking about having one more week before his retirement and spoke about moving. That was not something I remember as a chance and I don’t know how I would feel about Shrinking without Harrison Ford. I am assuming that it is just storyline, but I am not sure.
Jeff Daniels returned as Jimmy’s father, bringing up plenty of conflict from Jimmy’s childhood. When Jimmy found out that his dad was not going to go to the actual graduation ceremony in order to go on a fishing trip, Jimmy was even more down than he was before.
Worse yet, when his father told Jimmy that he really liked Sofi, way more than Tia (who apparently always saw him in the same light as Jimmy did), Jimmy broke up with Sofi, and he did it in a very cold manner. I would not blame Sofi if, when he invariably comes begging back, she dismisses it and kicks him to the curb. Jimmy letting his daddy issues interfere with something that was potentially great is more immature than I thought Jimmy could be. You could see that his father’s presence was not bringing out the best side of him.
Sean got the job as a a sous chef. He hesitated to accept it because of his friendship with Jorge, who worked with him in the food truck, and would cost him that job. Jorge did not take the news well, but Sean did not react with animosity or anger as he would have before, showing his own growth with his mental health.
It was nice to see the softer side of Paul in this episode. I hope he is not leaving at the end of this season, which has only two more to go.
Style: Blues; typical 12-bar, slow-tempo structure, and harmonica solos.
Another one of those original songs that sneaks under the radar. I do love this song. It is such a funny song with a parody of the style of Blues.
Lyrics
I woke up this morning Then I went back to bed Said I woke up this morning Then I went right back to bed Got a funny kind of feelin’ like I got broken glass in my underwear And a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my head You know what I’m sayin’
Well I ain’t got not money I’m just walkin’ down the road Said I ain’t got no money, honey So I’m just walking down this lonely old road Well, I wish I could get me some money But I forgot my automated teller code
I was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewer I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tiles My brothers and sisters all hated me ’cause I was an only child
I got the blues so bad, woo Kinda wish I was dead Maybe I’ll blow my brains out mama Or maybe I’ll, yeah maybe I’ll just go bowlin’ instead
I’m just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, Sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime
Nothing but a low-down beer bellied, bone headed, pigeon toed, Turkey necked, weasel faced, worthless hunk of slime
Guess I pretty low self image Maybe it’s a chemical imbalance or something, I I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I’ve got the time Make it talk Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk OK, now make it shut up
Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down I always feel so miserable whenever I’m around I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain I’d flush myself right down the toilet, but I’d just clog up the drain
I got the blues so bad Kinda wish I was dead Maybe I’ll blow my brains out mama Or maybe I’ll go bowling Or I just might go bowling Maybe I’ll just rent some shoes and go bowling Maybe I’ll join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid looking Shirt and go bowling instead Yeah
This is one of those secretively funny original songs at the end of the album that don’t get as much attention as some of the bigger parodies or style pastiches. Yet, it is really funny, setting up the image of a big, old truck driver in his dresses and with his makeup.
Lyrics
Lyrics
I’m drivin’ a truck Drivin’ a big ol’ truck Pedal to the metal, hope I don’t run out of luck Rollin’ down the highway until the break of dawn Drivin’ a truck with my high heels on
My diesel rig is northward bound It’s time to put that hammer down Just watchin’ as the miles go flyin’ by I’m ridin’ twenty tons of steel But it’s sure hard to hold the wheel While I’m still waiting for my nails to dry
Oh, I always gotta check my lipstick in that rear view mirror And my pink angora sweater fits so tight I’m jammin’ gears and haulin’ freight Well, I sure hope my seams are straight Lord, don’t let my mascara run tonight
Because I’m drivin’ a truck Drivin’ a big ol’ truck Smokey’s on my tail and my accelerator’s stuck Got these eighteen wheels a-rollin until the break of dawn Drivin’ a truck with my high heels on
Oh, I don’t mind when my crotchless panties creep right up on me And my nipple rings don’t bother me too much But when I hit those big speed bumps My darling little rhinestone pumps Keep slippin’ off the mother-lovin’ clutch
But still I’m drivin’ a truck Drivin’ a big ol’ truck Headin’ down the interstate, just tryin’ to make buck Wearin’ feather boas with sequins and chiffon While I’m drivin’ a truck with my high heels on
I’m drivin’ a truck Drivin’ a truck Got a load to carry and some eyebrows left to pluck And I’m late for my appointment down at the hair salon So I’ll be drivin’ a truck with my high heels on
Style: This is a style parody of Bob Marley and other reggae music
One of the wonderful hidden gems on the In 3D album. Buy Me a Condo satires the American lifestyle.
Lyrics
Gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full ‘o credit cards I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
Wo, used to live in Jamaica But I don’t live dere no more Had to change me lifestyle Do t’ings I never done before So now I’m just a lonely Rastaman Living in dis American town Gonna sell me Bob Marley records Gonna get me some Jackson Browne
I gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting And get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, eh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
Wo, gonna cut off me dreadlocks T’row away all me ganja I’ll have a Tupperware party Maybe join me a health spa I’ll get a bowl of plastic fruits And a microwave oven, too Then I’ll have the neighbors over for a weenie barbecue
Gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, oh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I get a funny little T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
Ain’t gonna work in de field no more Gonna be Amway distributor Ain’t gonna work in de field no more (no, no) Gonna be Amway distributor
Ja, ja, ja, life is so very hard I need a (ja) ja, ja, ja jacuzzi in me back yard
Oh, I gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, eh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
What’d you say?
I gonna buy me a condo I gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, oh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
What’d you say?
I gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting And get a wallet full ‘o credit cards, oh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit’ de alligator on
Fact: Doors keyboardist played keyboards on the studio recording of the song.
Album: Alpocalypse
This song was released before the album among a group of songs called Internet Leaks, which included four new videos.
The song is an amazing style parody of The Doors. So much so that you might think it is a stright up parody of a specific song.
Lyrics
Whoa, yeah!
You’ve got a ’65 Chevy Malibu With automatic drive A custom paint job, too
I’ll trade you for my old wheelbarrow And a slightly used sombrero And I’ll even throw in a stapler, if you insist
Craigslist! I’m on Craiglist, baby, come on! Yeah
Well, we shared a quick glance Saturday at the mall I never took a chance Never approached you at all
You were a blonde half-Asian with a bad case of gas I was wearin’ red Speedos and a hockey mask Come on, let’s find that love connection that we missed
On Craigslist! Yeah, Craigslist, come on! I’m on Craigslist Oh, baby, maybe you are too! Be bom ba chomb cadonk bin bam boo!
An open letter to the snotty barista At the Coffee Bean on San Vacente Boulevard: I know there were twenty people behind me in line But I was on a cell phone call with my mother Didn’t you see me hold up my index finger? That means, “I’ll order my soy decaf hazelnut latte in just a couple minutes” So, what’s with the attitude, lady? No tip for you!
Got a trash can of Styrofoam peanuts You can have ’em for free You can drop by on the weekend And pick ’em up from me But the trash can ain’t part of the deal Only givin’ you the peanuts Get real! Don’t have no Hefty bag, so bring your own Don’t bug me with questions on the phone Don’t ask for help, don’t waste my time And don’t complain, ’cause they won’t cost you a dime Just ask yourself: Do you want my Styrofoam peanuts? You can have my Styrofoam peanuts Do you want my Styrofoam peanuts? You can have them all
They’re on Craigslist, yeah! Craigslist! Ow, baby, come on! I’m on Craigslist, Craigslist, Craigslist! I’m on Craigslist, Craigslist, Craigslist, now
Parody: “Got My Mind Set On You” by George Harrison (Originally recorded by James Ray in 1962)
Album: Even Worse
Released: 1988
The first parody in the Top 100 is a parody of George Harrison’s big hit in 1987, Got My Mind Set on You. I am a big Beatles fan so the song by Harrison was a personal favorite and Al’s version was very funny.
Lyrics
This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long
Couldn’t think of any lyrics No I never wrote the lyrics So I’ll just sing any old lyrics That come to mind, child
You really need words Whole lotta rhyming words You gotta rhyme so many words, mm-mm To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it To do it, to do it right, child
This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long
I know that you’re probably sore ‘Cause I didn’t write any more I just didn’t get to complete it So that’s why I gotta repeat it
This song is just six words long (six words long) This song is just six words long (six words long)
Oh I make a lotta money They pay me a ton of money They’re payin’ me plenty of money To sing this song, child
I gotta fill time Three minutes worth of time Oh, how will I fill so much time, mm-mm I’ll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo A solo, a solo here
This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long
This song’s got nothin’ to say But I’m recording it anyway I know if I put my mind to it I know I could find a good rhyme here
Oh, you gotta have-a music You need really catchy music This song has got plenty of music But just six words, child
And so I’ll sing’ em over And over and over and over And over and over and over, mm-mm And over and over and over And over and over and over again
Six words long, six words long Six words long, six words long Six words long, six words long
This song is just six words long It’s just six words long
Jackson Park Express is one of the longer songs Weird Al has done. It runs 9 minutes and 4 seconds. It is an epic love story between two people who see each other on a bus for the first time. The romance lasts until the woman gets off the bus, without ever speaking to the man.
Ah, love.
Lyrics
Tuesday morning, 8:15 I was riding to work on the Jackson Park Express Seemed like any other day Then my whole world changed In a way I never could have guessed ‘Cause she walked in Took the seat right across the aisle I knew we had a special connection The second I saw her smile
She smiled as if to say “Hello, haven’t seen you on this bus before” I gave her a look that said “Huh, life is funny, you never know what’s in store By the way, your hair is beautiful I bet it smells like raisins”
She looked at me in a way that asked “Did you have a nose job or something? I’m only asking, cause your nose looks slightly better Than the rest of your face” I arched my eyebrow, ever so slightly Which was my way of asking “Do you want my old Hewlett-Packard printer? It still works, kinda And I got a bunch of ink cartridges left”
Then, she let out a long sigh Which, I took to mean, “Uh” “Mama, what is that deodorant you’re wearing? It’s intoxicating Why don’t we drive out to the country sometime? And collect deer ticks in a zip-lock baggie”, oh yeah
I gave her a penetrating stare Which could only mean “You are my answer, my answer to everything Which is why, I’ll probably do very poorly On the written part of my driver’s test”
Yes, it all happened On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express
I knew she was starting to fall for me ‘Cause she crinkled her nose, which unmistakably meant “Baby, lets wear each other’s clothes And speak in a thick German accent And, maybe someday we can own and operate Our own mobile pet-grooming service” I couldn’t hold back my feelings I gave her a look, that said “I would make any sacrifice for your love Goat, chicken, whatever I could never hold you close enough Let’s have our bodies surgically grafted together Oh, surgically grafted together”
She picked up a newspaper, and started reading to herself Which I’m sure, was a way of telling me “When you’re cold, I will warm you When you’re shivering, I will hold you When your nauseous, I will give you Pepto-Bismol every hour For as long as the symptoms persist” Oh, I, I never, ever want to see you cry So, please let me cauterize your tear ducts with an arc welder Then, I glanced down, at her shirt, for a second In a way that clearly implied “I like your boobs”
Yes, it all happened On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express
I cleared my throat quietly, and then, I looked away And I’m sure it was obvious to her, just what I was trying to say I was trying to say, “Hey I’d like to make a wall-sized mural out of all the dead skin cells That you slough off while you sleep at night” Whoa-o-Oh, “I’d like to rip you wide open And french-kiss every single one of your internal organs Oh, I’d like to remove all your skin, and wear your skin, over my own skin But not in a creepy way”
Then, I’m pretty sure, she looked at me, out of the corner of her good eye And, though, she never spoke a word, this is exactly what I heard She was saying, “Oh! I wanna make out with you, in an abandoned toll-booth, in the middle of a monsoon I wanna ride dolphins with you, in the moonlight Until the staff at Sea World kicks us out I want you inside me, oh, like a tapeworm”
I pointed to the side of my mouth, as a way of indicating “Hey, I think you got something on the side of your mouth” She licked the corner of her lips, as if to say “Here?”, I nodded, implying, “Yeah, you got it”
And, then the bus stopped, at 53rd Street, and she got up suddenly “Where are you going?”, pleaded my eyes, “Baby, don’t you do this to me Think of the beautiful children we could have someday We could school them at home, raise them up the right way And protect them from the evils of the world Like Trigonometry and Prime Numbers, oh no Baby, please don’t go”
She brushed my leg, as she left the bus I’m sure that was her way of saying “I’m sorry this just isn’t working out You’re suffocating me I need some space to find out what life’s all about So, goodbye forever, my love”
And deep inside, I knew she was right It was time for us both to move on And no, I never got her number, oh no no She never bothered to leave her address, oh But, as long as I live, I’ll never forget Those precious moments we shared together
On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express On the Jackson Park Express
Whoa. Big episode. Major reveals leading into the finale. This was the first week that I really wanted to keep watching instead of waiting until next Sunday.
However, I am not sure how I feel about the reveal that it appeared that we got. I can’t see them doing this as a huge red herring at this point in the series. There really feels like there are some gaps in this potential solution that are very coincidental. It makes me think that there is something major missing yet.
Jack’s sister Zoe was murdered this week in a shocking moment. This was after she went to Jack and begged him to listen to her. As always, Jack was just too buried in his own crap to pay any attention to her. Zoe was worried about being the next victim and she wanted to tell Jack something about Anna. The show does a tremendous job of pointing the finger of suspicion at Anna until the last bit of the episode.
How much guilt will Jack have since his sister showed up practically begging for help and he blew her off?
That is until we see that the hotel rooms for Anna and Richard had been canceled and they had no where to go. Richard took Anna to his in-laws place, through the most dense forest around. The tension of that trip was tight as Anna recalled a memory of a time when the five of the friends, including the heavy-set girl named Kathryn (who we saw a few episodes ago in a flashback), who wound up getting raped at this get together.
We find out that Kathryn is dead as well. Zoe had told Priya while she was at the police station about Kathryn. Priya has been focused on the four friends, two of which were murdered. Priya was looking closely at Anna as a suspect.
When Anna and Richard arrived at the lake house, Anna discovered that Richard’s wife and her rival at the station, Lexy, was there too. Anna saw some pictures on the wall of Lexy’s family, her parents and … there was pictures of Kathryn too.
Could Kathryn be related to Lexy? Were they sisters?
Does that mean that Lexy is the killer? Does Richard know or is she just stringing him along. And if that is the case, there is one big thread that bothers me. When the murder of Rachel first takes place and Anna wants to follow the story, she specifically requested Richard as her cameraman. Isn’t that a huge coincidence that makes me unsure about the entire situation.
There is also the fact that Rachel was blackmailing somebody, and her husband, in a taunting scene with Jack, implied that it was not him she was blackmailing. Could it have been Lexy? Richard? Was this all a big revenge scheme to get back at the girls who were so mean to Kathryn when they were in school together? Why would it take so long? Is it connected to Kathryn’s death?
There feels like there are a piece or two that will connect everything together to make it all make sense… or at least I hope it does. Next Sunday I will watch the finale of the limited series and I hope it ties together well.
Featured songs: It’s Only Rock ‘n Roll (But I Like It),” “Brown Sugar,” “You Can’t Always Get What You Want,” “Honky Tonk Women,” “Under My Thumb,” “Ruby Tuesday,” “Miss You,” “Sympathy for the Devil,” “Get off of My Cloud,” “Shattered,” “Let’s Spend the Night Together,” and “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction”.
The first of multiple polka medleys to appear in the Top 100, this song included songs only from the catalogue of the Rolling Stones. Usually Weird Al polkas include songs from a variety of artists, but this one breaks that trait.
Lyrics
If I could stick my hand in my heart Spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy you, would it slide on by you Would you think the boy is strange? Ain’t it stra-a-ange?
If I could win, if I could sing A love song so divine Would it be enough for your cheating heart If I broke down and cried? If I cri-i-ied?
I said, ah, no, it’s only rock ‘n’ roll, but I like it Ah, no, it’s only rock ‘n’ roll, but I like it, like it, yes, I do I really, really, really, really do-do-do-do-do, hey
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he’s doing all right Heard him with the women just around midnight (Brown sugar) How come you taste so good? (Brown sugar) Just like a young girl should
I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was a footloose man You can’t always get what you want You can’t always get what you want You can’t always get what you want But if you try sometimes, you might find You get what you need
You need honky tonk women Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues
Under my thumb, the girl who once had me down Under my thumb, the girl who once pushed me around It’s down to me, yes, it is The way she talks when she’s spoken to Down to me, the change has come, she’s under my thumb
So goodbye, Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still, I’m gonna miss you
Please allow me to introduce myself I’m a man of wealth and taste I’ve been around for a long, long year Stole many a man’s soul and faith Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name ‘Cause what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game
I said hey (hey), you (you), get off of my cloud Hey (hey), you (you), get off of my cloud Hey (hey), you (you), get off of my cloud Don’t hang around, ’cause two’s a crowd
Laughter, joy and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex Look at me I’m in tatters (Shadoobie, shattered) I’m shattered (Shadoobie, shattered)
This doesn’t happen to me every day, whoa, my (Let’s spend the night together) No excuses offered anyway, oh, my (Let’s spend the night together) I’ll satisfy your every need (Every need) And now I know you’ll satisfy me My-my-my-my, my-my-my Let’s spend the night together Now I need you more than ever Let’s spend the night together Now (My-my-my-my, my-my-my)
I can’t get no satisfaction I can’t get no girly action ‘Cause I’ve tried (and I’ve tried) and I’ve tried (and I’ve tried) And I’ve tried (and I’ve tried) and I’ve tried (and I’ve tried) I can’t get no I can’t get no I can’t get no Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction Hey
I found myself yelling “Don’t end there” at my TV as The Pitt went to black screen.
I thought the lead of this week’s episode would be ICE.
Instead, the sudden awakening patient who grabbed Emma, who was just checking his vitals. The patient was a golfer who had been admitted after passing out from drinking too much and, as he held Emma in the headlock, said “What did you do to me?”
Oof. That was rough and the door was closed, keeping the sound away from the busy ER. I hope Emma gets out of this ok.
Now, back to the big event this week… ICE brings in a detainee for medical attention and brings chaos with them. The Pitt has never shied away from the political storytelling, but this one was a big swing. The very presence of the ICE agents sent a ripple effect through the ER and the waiting room as people were just taking off in fear of what could happen.
It was certainly implied that the patient, the little lady with the torn rotator cuff, had that injury because of the ICE agents. Then, when they were trying to take her away (before she got her sling), nurse Jesse (Ned Brower) tried to intervene because the ICE agents were hurting the patient and he wound up on the ground, arrested too.
At first, Robby wanted to get the patient treated and out of the ER quickly to minimize the presence of ICE, but his monologue he delivered to one of the agents showed how on edge he was about the situation. This whole ICE beat played into Robby’s own struggles this year as he let him have it.
It was a tense stretch of time that really colored the episode.
There were other major things that happened. Rosie dies. Ogilvie is facing so many challenges, including a misdiagnosis that led to a patient’s major trauma. A young boy is brought in with severe heat exhaustion, and his mother struggled with the her failure to protect him. Mel is having issues with her sister’s sex life. Then there is a conflict with Langdon and Santos. Robby’s friend gives Robby the reason to stick around after his shift ends.
This was a solid episode with a lot of things happening.
EYG- Embrace Your Geekness 