This goes along with my theme of the week ‘singular moments‘. ’69 Mets, ’69 Jets, ’85 Celtics, Trump coming down the escalator in ’15, Armstrong moonwalking in ’69, Beatles on Ed Sullivan, Reagan saying “tear down this wall”, Bo Derek running down the beach in ’10’, 911, the opening credits of the original Star Wars, the Wizard of Oz going to color, John Travolta walking down the sidewalk in Saturday Night Fever, Frank Sinatra singing ‘My Way’ onstage for the first time, Farrah Fawcett in a red one-piece.

I saw a post on Twitter about something and it reminded me of this Melissa Etheridge song. I thought it was “lonely one” or “lonely boy” but as we see it was “only one“. I hadn’t heard the song in awhile so I couldn’t remember the particulars, all that stuck in my mind was “power”. Lots and lots of power. And this song has it in spades. Its one of those songs you’d sing along with in the car (being ever thankful no one could hear you). Raw naked merciless power!

“Melissa Etheridge, in full Melissa Lou Etheridge, (born May 29, 1961, Leavenworth, Kansas, U.S.), American musician known for her raspy-voiced rock-and-roll singing. She also was noted for her early openness about her sexual orientation. Etheridge began playing the guitar at age 8 and writing songs by age 11. She honed her skills playing in local bands throughout her teens (emulating influences such as Bruce Springsteen and Pete Townshend of the Who) and briefly attended the Berklee College of Music in Boston before returning to Kansas.” – Britannica

“I’m the Only One” will be 30 years old next month. 30 years. Kind of like Ted Nugent’s Cat Scratch Fever. I’m eternally curious why it so rarely “all comes together”? Marie Osmond and Paper Roses. Donny Osmond and Go Away Little Girl. They say authors and movie directors have one story in them and they just spend a career retelling it in different ways.

Course with Farrah Fawcett lighting struck repeatedly.