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Musical Intervention
Do I need help?
It’s no secret that I love music. A wide variety of music. But some of my friends and family seem to think I am obsessed. Perhaps. Judge for yourself.
My friend told me I had a Tom Jones obsession. I told him, “It’s Not Unusual.”
My mother told me I had an Elvis obsession. I told her, “That’s Alright, Mama.”
A co-worker told me I had a Police obsession. I told him, “De do do do, de da da da is all I want to say to you.”
A grocery store checkout clerk told me I had a Boston obsession. I told him, “It’s More Than A Feeling.”
My brother told me I had a Paul McCartney obsession. I told him, “Live And Let Die.”
A local baker told me I had an Eagles obsession: I told him, “Take It Easy.”
My hairstylist told me I had a Bee Gees obsession. I told her, “It’s just your Jive Talkin’. You’re telling me lies.”
My bandmate told me I had an Aerosmith obsession. I told her, “Dream On.”
A member of the British Commonwealth told me I had an Adele obsession. I told him, “Rumour Has It.”
I thought I had a Temptations obsession, but it was “Just My Imagination.”
