For me, all these complex valences reach their peak in one song. And you know which one I’m talking about.
Ted Gioia, from “My Way” or the Highway?
Elsewhere, this is 4uhopy2. — slipbox
There was a time—20 years ago, I’d say—when I sang along. It was of course aspirational— or— I’m looking for a word; not quite “aspirational.” I was singing along as if the song in any way represents my actual story. In reality, I’m only acting as if I’d actually tried to do even a few of the things expressed, let alone actually accomplished all the things expressed. Is that posturing? …playacting? …attempting to borrow someone’s bravado?
I’m going to go with: self-deception.
There was a time, not too long ago, when I sang along in self-deception. Now the song reminds me that I’ve never actually even tried to do anything… let alone accomplished anything worth singing about.
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