“I don’t mind if you just keep rowin away on a distant sea.”
This song has been in the sarcasm arsenal almost from the beginning of our relationship, but I have been a Clapton fan since I was a child. I remember my grandparents listening to Eric Clapton’s Slowhand and a lot of Waylon Jennings on one particular visit when I was six and Shane was four. We came to stay with them right here in good ole’ Saint Francis, Kansas, we moved around so much I’m not sure where we were living but I know we weren’t living here yet. They lived in a little tiny trailer but that did not matter to Shane and me, it was grandma and grandpa’s house and like most grandparents they spoiled us.
It is a unique experience, to say the least, when you have super young parents and super young grandparents, I believe my grandma would have been right around 40 (give or take a year or two) when I was six, just let that sink in for a minute. That is so crazy for me to think about. But they were awesome. I remember my grandma would always make a fruit pie when we visited and I’d get to help make the crust, then she’d take the leftover dough and roll it out, put butter, cinnamon and sugar on it and bake it up for Shane and me to have a special treat. In the winter grandpa would make us homemade ice cream from snow. So many fond memories.
Not exactly the write up I had planned for this song, but the memories of my grandparents just flooded in, so I went with it.
P.S Just heard Larry’s write up and wanted to say that even though his is much closer to what I had originally planned on writing don’t be fooled by his inaccurate portrayal of my level of violence.
Larry’s Perspective:
Let's get back on the sarcasm train, shall we?
If there's one sarcasm song that we have sang to each other religiously over 30+ years it's been Promises. There are a ton more, but this is probably top 5, if not top 3.
Sometimes, if the "mood" was right, we weren't singing it sarcastically, we were singing it seriously.
Let it be known Shannon is a violent, violent person. Remember my Where Is My Mind entry? Hell hath no fury, some would say. And throw in this gem of a song and the next few days are about to get a whole lot more cold.
But then the sarcasm would slowly creep back in and I would forgive her for whatever she had done wrong and we would move on.
But my bruises still needed time to heal...because I'm sure for some reason, she thought I was the one who did something wrong.
And as victims are prone to say - "I deserved it" - I actually did probably deserve it.
Ghost of a Chance 