It’ll be impressive if I manage two entries this week (including this one), but I still wanted to make note of Dawn Eden’s recent decision to retire her blog. I had technically been blogging earlier in the century, but Dawn was the first person who I’d ever heard talk about “a blog.” The whole thing worked out well for her, too.

I’m pretty sure that Miss Eden—who will always be more ’60s pop critic than Catholic girl to me—never got around to discussing Harry Nilsson’s “1941” as an indictment of the decline of the American male. Nilsson wasn’t a fine father figure himself, but the song is a typically great example of his ability to discuss creepy subjects in a lovely setting. Here’s an acoustic version that I’d never heard before. It’s not the first time I’ve ever lifted something from the fine folks at the Bedazzled blog, either.

And while Nilsson would become an advocate for gun control after the death of his drug buddy John Lennon, it’s nice to remember the deceased songwriter in gun-happier times.

 

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