It’s been a cruel, cruel summer. Leaving me here on my own. It’s a cruel, cruel summer. Now you’re gone.
By the time Bananarama released this to the world, Klyde was already a proud law school dropout. Making more bad decisions, listening to all kinds of things, and learning the art of making the perfect vodka gimlet. Already understanding that as time goes on, the quote “Now you’re gone” would become a theme. You know, like how cats seem to go missing for no apparent reason and finding them is a circuitous route at best.
Well, over the last month or so, three really well-known and a number of others have gone—well, not missing, but they have gone, nonetheless. No, we are not going to do the typical retrospective, and this is not a tell-the-story-of-thus-and-so.
In Klyde’s warped and twisted reality, there is a method to this, and it is all connected.
The end of the story, sorta, is that we lost Jaye P. Morgan (singer and most notorious Gong Show cast member ever), Dolly Parton, Cheetah Chrome (aptly of the punk band Dead Boys), Tim Curry (whose self-professed most sad lost love was Miss Piggy), the less than aptly named Frank Beard, as well as friend of Sebastian Bach, bassist Kevin Chown (and member of Chad Smith’s Bombastic Meatbats).
The beginning has to do with the number of “ologists” in Klyde’s world, about to expand by one. Gets the old noggin going.
So, it all has to do with the Jungian theory of Synchronicity. Not a reference to The Police, but nice try.
The occurrence of meaningful coincidences with no direct physical cause.
Rather than being all high-minded about this, let’s get to the more easily accessible way to look at this.
Douglas Adams, author of the 5-book trilogy, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy,” also wrote two detective novels with the main character Dirk Gently. “Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency” and its follow-up, “The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul,” are based on Dirk’s concept that his detection was based on the interconnectedness of all things. If he were hunting for a little old lady’s cat, his bill might include, for example, a new fridge. It was part of the process and the bill was the bill … .even if he didn’t find that damned, I mean cute, fuzzy kitty – he was to be paid. Around him, chaos ensued. No one could ever figure out how the sofa, destined for the second floor, got stuck on the landing in between, with computer models not able to figure out either how it got there or how to get it out.
There was a ghost.
There was an Electric Monk – they were created to believe in things.
Much was set at Cambridge.
Bits and pieces are actually taken from the not-actually-finished Doctor Who story arc, “Shada,” as Adams wrote for the BBC series.
“The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul” includes an angry Eagle. Mostly angry because the Eagle can’t figure out how it became an Eagle in the first place, being a fighter jet and all.
Oh, and Odin is in an old folk’s home and gets increasingly angry since the fees he paid were substantial, but he has lived longer than anyone figured at his age.
And, as usual, Thor is making a mess of a number of things.
Oh, that Douglas had not passed so early, before finishing the third – “A Salmon of Doubt.”
So, you can easily see how thinking about the addition of a new ‘ologist’ to my stable leads us here. You know. Cardiologist. Gastroenterologist. Hepatologist. Endocrinologist. Mixologist.
And thus, the thoughts of the crazy things we will do to not end up, at least for now, as one who is gone. Amongst those gone much earlier is the author who wrote of a man finding cats and solving mysteries of which he was not aware. Through methods that simply depend on allowing that which is around him to occur, as it will always end up where it ought to be.
Perhaps, it is better if fewer people listen and take us to where we WANT to go, and just let us meander to where we NEED to be.
Ultimately, that is right where we started.
Gone.
Until next time.
Klyde
