Once while experimenting with excorporealization (out of body travel) my discombobulated essence got sucked into Dan Fogelberg’s, “New Year’s Song.” I basically became that tune. I spent January of ’03 being played over the loudspeakers in Fry’s Grocery Stores. I missed a lot of work. Thankfully my efforts there were such no one noticed. Eventually I escaped during one of those interruptions where prerecorded messages are played trumpeting various sales items.
—Garth Gould
This article appears in Jan 14-20, 2016.
I can’t get past the author thinking that the song is called “New Year’s Song”. It isn’t. It’s called “Same Auld Lang Syne”. I might not be such a hardnose about it if he had avoided using fancy, big words that he himself felt the need to explain.
Couldn’t take the time to look it up, I guess.
The maestro. Dan Fogelberg.