Over And Over Again

For the final week or so, I have been looping a call in the car anytime I drive anywhere.This happens sometimes, and normally I can see why.I mean, yeah, it's a little nutty to wish to hear one song dozens of times in a row, but it happens and I can at least usually justify it.In this case, though, I am baffled.The call in enquiry is "If And Any Day", by Seals and Crofts.Like I said, no clue why.And I love Seals and Crofts;

I don't know if it's because I grew up hearing them in my family or because they are very good, but I've always dug them.They played the first concert I ever attended; I've got the torn ticket in my bag to show it.I say all of this so I don't get off as a guy blasting S&C, the way a lot of critics always have.Still."Diamond Girl" or "Say" or even "Power of Nothing" might have sense.But "If And Any Day"?And I have played it complete and over.I am playing it right now.So now you now how I pass my time: listening over and over to the not-greatest tunes of a 70s duo who a lot of people don't like.And it gets better, because I Googled the call and launch out that it was co-written by Michael Sembello, whose only other call to fame (as far as I know) was "Maniac", which was to my ears probably THE annoying popular call of the early 1980s. You will decidedly not finding me looping "Maniac"; after three or four plays I'd be frantically searching for most any other song of the time.Murray Head's "One Night In Bangkok" would virtually be a welcome break.Only almost, but near enough to make the point.and the same guy who sang "Maniac" co-wrote the strain I mind to all the time.Then there's the lyrics.Dash Crofts sings them fine, but I'm not certainly they have any smell and I sort of hope they don't because if they do so they are pretty inane semi-religious lines.That's not my cup of tea any time, but it actually isn't when the imagination is so obscure and yet so obvious at once.I can't explain how these words accomplish that, but if you get the song someplace you'll understand.The music isn't that great either.It's that semi-rock S&C music, complete with "flashy" electric guitar (read-competently played scales).They have lots of more musically-interesting songs.So there you ingest it.I'm listening to it complete and over again, and I make no mind why.I normally would try to support the song, but I don't even need to in this case.***A good friend of mine once, as we were riding around sipping some kind of coffee concoction with about 300 ingredients in it, gave me about sound advice: sometimes you should just arrest and do something you wouldn't normally do, for no reason other than it's fun.***Yesterday, right after work, we all hung out in the hall of the grass and had beers and pop (and yes, I had a pop; 30 miles on snowy roads taxes my concentration enough, thank you).It was simply a small mini Christmas party; half an hour of talk and laughing with people you see all the clock but never see in the hall with beers (or pops) in their hands.Just something different.As it went on, one of the other pop drinkers pointed at the 12 packs and told me, "I simply never saw the point."***There is no point.Life doesn't make a point, really.I think maybe it does but we can't recognize it.You might say having a beer has no point, and I might say going to a church or praying over your oatmeal has no point, and we'll never actually know if either of us is aright or wrong.I suspect we'd each be a bit of both though I can't show it.I DO believe there is value in drinking expensive coffee for no just reason, though, so maybe there's value in listening to a crappy song from the 1970s hundreds of times, too.Who lives?If anyone alive would know by now, it'd be me, and I get no clue.And yet I press repeat.