One Christmas when I was a kid my sister bought me a record she knew I liked.
“Elenore,” by the Turtles.
I loved that record. Played it over and over.
Then one day, I dropped it. Got a big scratch in it.
I put a nickel on the turntable’s arm. To help it ride over the scratch.
It worked. For a while.
Then, I had to tape another nickel on top of that nickle.
It worked for another little while.
Until it didn’t.
So, I took the nickels off. And, at exactly the same spot and in the middle of the exact same word, the needle would jump 3 rings over. Skip an entire stanza and start playing again like nothing happened.
I listened to it anyway. And got used to it skipping an entire stanza of what was supposed to be there.
But because the system had all the right components -An expensive turntable; a quality needle; top notch speakers – I kept thinking that it might just fix itself. Stop skipping. And play how it should.
Instead the groove just kept getting deeper and deeper.
Until I could barely bring myself to listen to it any more.
I haven’t thought of this remembrance from my childhood in years.
And until just a few moments ago, wasn’t certain why it suddenly popped into my mind.
Then I realized:
THE BUFFALO BILLS ARE ELENORE
And even though I keep thinking it won’t – because it shouldn’t …
And even though I keep thinking that it might fix itself …
The record still skips …
The groove keeps getting deeper and deeper …
And even though I still love it …
It’s becoming more and more difficult to continue listening …