Sparring through music
June 1, 2020
Reg is a fellow with whom I spar regularly on Facebook. It’s been suggested by observers that Reg and I should have our own TV show called, "Reg and Kev from opposite ends of the spectrum”. I suspect this would be a short-lived airing, as our exchanges would likely devolve into no more than a shouting match. On one side, Reg would drone on about hoax viruses, Second Amendment rights (Reg is a Canadian, by the way, so how does that work?), faith-based government, individual rights, conspiracy theories, Bill Gates and the illuminati, government overreach, and citizen rights to armed insurrection. For my part, I would too often engage in public shaming and inferential statistical analysis… not nice, perhaps, but satisfying in the moment. Reg likes the ‘f’ word a bit much for network TV. He sees me as an “f’ing idiot”. Maybe he’s right. Time judges all.
This said, I tried for a moment to envision how such a show might roll out. As one who often sees the world through a lens of song, here’s my answer to Jamie, who suggested the show. How many of 46 can you name, artist and title?
Episode #1:
Kevin: Let it be, let it be…
Reg: We will, we will, rock you!
Kevin: You can check out anytime you like
Reg: Take a walk on the wild side
Kevin: Woah-oh, livin’ on a prayer
Reg: Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Kevin: You know you got to go through hell before you get to heaven
Reg: I went down, down, down, and the flames rose higher
Kevin: Just call me angel of the morning (1968 version)
Reg: Hope you guessed my name
Kevin: I didn’t realize that you were laughing
Reg: And I’m already gone
Kevin: You say you want to have a revolution
Reg: School’s out for ever
Kevin: And she’s buying a stairway
Reg: It’s a long way to the top
Kevin: Dirty deeds
Reg: It’s too late baby, now it’s too late
Kevin: Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry
Reg: Ride, ride, ride, let it ride
Kevin: You know, feelin’ good was good enough for me
Reg: Well, shake it up, baby, now… twist and shout
Kevin: Every time I look at you, I don’t understand
Reg: Who… are you?
Kevin: I’m a believer
Reg: Boy, you’re gonna carry that weight a long time
Kevin: Don’t stop believin’
Reg: Fools rush in where wise men never go (name two artists)
Kevin: I am a rock, I am an island
Reg: Old man, look at my life
Kevin: You’re no good, you’re no good, baby, you’re no good
Reg: Mama, just killed a man
Kevin: Then one night in desperation, the young man breaks away
Reg: The answer my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
Kevin: You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
Reg: Take it to the limit one more time
Kevin: I get by with a little help from my friends (name two artists)
Reg: Alone again, naturally
Kevin: My future lies beyond the yellow brick road
Reg: In the town where I was born
Kevin: Blinded by the light
Reg: Oh, I believe in yesterday
Kevin: You can’t always get what you want
Reg: Bang a gong, get it on
Kevin: Send in the clowns, don’t bother, they’re here
Reg: Clowns to the left of me
Kevin: Jokers to my right
Reg and Kevin: Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
With respect,
Kevin Graham
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