Count on Nobody and No One Will Let You Down

There was this book that my family somehow happened to own called The Music Book. It was a shiny, red hardcover book with the title in big lettering on the front, and the whole thing looked pretty sleek. It was of good length of material in there, and it was chock-full of a bunch of random music information.

I don't think I knew how to read when I first recall seeing the book, but eventually, I went through the book, not thoroughly, but I do remember looking at things that caught my eye. One section was on the ukulele, and it even showed how it was tuned. It was some time when I figured out that I could get my old little Casio keyboard, play those notes corresponding to the ones in the book, so I could tune my plastic pink ukulele with rainbow note stickers on it (and I eventually used to tune the semi-real one we got from the Philippines a while later).

One part of the book I vividly remember was this part that had an illustration of some trees and clouds with a rainbow and a happy sun in the background. I had (still have) a thing for rainbows (in not the homosexual sense - I kind of have mixed feelings about how that part of the population took ownership of the colorful beams of light - it's not that I'm against homosexuality and they shouldn't have something to represent that lifestyle, it's just that I really like rainbows, and I don't identify with the semiotic relationship between rainbows and homosexuals and therefore feel misrepresented when I admit to my rainbow love and I am automatically classified as a homosexual for it. In short, I do have Rainbow Love, in both loving rainbows and love the fact that people of the same sex loving each other, but I myself am not in love with persons of the same sex as me, that's all), so I would always turn to that page because I thought it was a nice illustration. Following it was the sheet music for "You've Got a Friend."


Thanks to my parents' rather good taste in music, I was more than familiar with the song, and when my dad told me that he loved that song, I was happy to learn the lyrics for it, and I pretended that I knew how to read the notes since I knew the song already. Eventually, I did manage to play the notes on my Casio.

What's funny about this song in particular is the fact that my mom hates that song.

It's because it was "the song" for my dad and one of his ex-girlfriends.

Even funnier is whenever that song is ever played in the presence of my mom and/or dad, they always manage to express their hate/love for it.

I like it.

It's a little too late and I'm a bit too tired to remember what the point was of telling that story, but here it is anyway.


Oh.

It's because this song was stuck in my head...which is quite the opposite of Carol King's song.


Man...I really, really liked this band.