A song in my heart

So, I’m on the road again for work. First stop, Southeast Conclave in Chattanooga, Tenn. I had to be at work to meet the carpool crew by 6:30 a.m. (Yes, a whole bunch of us drove down here in a van together. Sounds awkward. I worried it would be awkward, but it was kind of fun.)

But the short story I’m going to tell you before I go write a blog post for the magazine I edit and/or take a short nap before getting ready for my time in the exhibit hall tonight is this:

For about two days, I’ve had a MeatLoaf song stuck in my head. I’ll just be sitting there, not really doing anything or thinking about anything and all the sudden, I’ll find myself humming, singing, or saying to myself “And I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that!”

I don’t even really like this song. I haven’t heard it recently that I can remember. But still, it’s there, constantly mocking me. I thought I had replaced it with an Andy Davis song (who is in concert Feb. 6 at Third and Lindsley. . . ) but MeatLoaf eventually came back.

It’s sad—and further proof that life is not fair. It’s a terrible burden I have to bear.

And the question that bears repeating, just what IS it that MeatLoaf won’t do? WHAT?

That and this stupid song might put me right over the edge.