I was distressed at first to learn that this is TFG’s favorite song. Then I understood as I recalled the words: “Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me, all alone with my memory, Of my days in the sun”. Me, me, me. Look at me. Poor me. Give me back my days in the sun—that’s the Orangutan from Mar a Lago all right. But you’ve made me appreciate the true meaning behind the lyrics. Thank you.
I thank you for resurrecting a precious memory: for my oldest daughter's 10th birthday, I took her to see the play, Cats. We lived in Flagstaff Az at the time, and Cats was playing about 3 hours away in Phoenix, so it was a big deal. We got all dressed up and both of us wore necklaces and bracelets and a touch of lipstick. I did not love the play, but when the actor sang that song I was in tears. We stopped for a midnight breakfast afterwards, complete with ice cream. Then we began the long journey home. Thirty-two years later, the Mappa mundi of our lives charts joy, pain, loss, and renewal. I have a grandchild now, and my daughter is my dearest friend. Memory. Your piece brought me back in time. Forgive me if I do not reference your article when I listen to that song. 🙏
At first, I thought "Oh NO!" This is without a doubt one of my all time favorites; it's on my piano right now and when I need respite, I play and sing along as best I can. The very thought of sharing ANYTHING with those two evil soulless individuals creeps me out. But then you wrote this and I feel better now:
"In any event, I refuse to allow “Memory” to be tainted by Trump and his Russian owner. He’s taken enough away from us. If he wants to hear that song, let him watch the entire movie version of Cats on repeat."
Thank You Greg. And I will try very, very hard not to think of t-Rump every time I hear "Memories." Really hard...
So good. Read this after I read the email from my husband this morning. I feel like it's an indication of things improving. Let's hope.
Gm pretty one. Hope u got a bit of sleep.
Happy Sunday. Only 10 and a half hrs to go till I see ur smile
The moon this am reminded me of you.
The Cresent was from the bottom and looked like a smile
I was distressed at first to learn that this is TFG’s favorite song. Then I understood as I recalled the words: “Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me, all alone with my memory, Of my days in the sun”. Me, me, me. Look at me. Poor me. Give me back my days in the sun—that’s the Orangutan from Mar a Lago all right. But you’ve made me appreciate the true meaning behind the lyrics. Thank you.
I thank you for resurrecting a precious memory: for my oldest daughter's 10th birthday, I took her to see the play, Cats. We lived in Flagstaff Az at the time, and Cats was playing about 3 hours away in Phoenix, so it was a big deal. We got all dressed up and both of us wore necklaces and bracelets and a touch of lipstick. I did not love the play, but when the actor sang that song I was in tears. We stopped for a midnight breakfast afterwards, complete with ice cream. Then we began the long journey home. Thirty-two years later, the Mappa mundi of our lives charts joy, pain, loss, and renewal. I have a grandchild now, and my daughter is my dearest friend. Memory. Your piece brought me back in time. Forgive me if I do not reference your article when I listen to that song. 🙏
At first, I thought "Oh NO!" This is without a doubt one of my all time favorites; it's on my piano right now and when I need respite, I play and sing along as best I can. The very thought of sharing ANYTHING with those two evil soulless individuals creeps me out. But then you wrote this and I feel better now:
"In any event, I refuse to allow “Memory” to be tainted by Trump and his Russian owner. He’s taken enough away from us. If he wants to hear that song, let him watch the entire movie version of Cats on repeat."