Daily Prompt
10,000 Spoons
No! No! No!
I hated this song when it came out, I hate it now and I will hate it in the future.
I’m not grammar Nazi ( I have friends who correct my spelling in the comment section of Facebook. Seriously? Who CARES. It’s Facebook. Facebook is like a stall in a public bathroom that you write on. No one is concerned with your spelling and writing skills as long as the poem rhymes and the graffiti is entertaining ) but this song wasn’t a list of ironies- it was a series of bummers.
So if we want to go down that path, here is the ultimate bummer.
This song tells the story of the singer’s waking up one morning to the devil knocking on the door, telling him that “it’s time to go”.
I mean, your life could be going on just fine and when your ticket is punched the Devil shows up to take you away.
Not a fluffy winged golden haired angel or the spirit of a loved one bathed in white light.
But the Devil Himself.
I know.
It’s the ultimate burn.
Last year, I went to the crossroad where Robert Johnson supposedly met the devil. It was surrounded by fast food restaurants.
Sounds about right.
You know that your comment would make a great opening line Rick.
Say now, exactly, what were you doing there at the Crossroads?
I always wanted to see that spot. Maybe I was hoping to see the devil. Instead, I saw Colonel Sanders. Actually, it is on Highway 61 in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Anyone interested in the Blues should go there.