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Is “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton About a Disabled Man and an Able-Bodied Woman?

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by Treadmarkz,

Here’s a weird one.

I was flipping through http://www.songfacts.com and I came across “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton. Songfacts is a site where fans can submit “facts” or, mostly opinions actually, and a lot of misinformation, about any song you can think of. Under “Wonderful Tonight” I found an entry from someone putting forth the theory that “Wonderful Tonight” (one of the greatest love songs of all time, next to “Layla” also by Clapton) was written about a man in a wheelchair and his able-bodied girlfriend/wife. Let’s analyze the lyrics to see if we can’t find a nugget of truth in this hypothesis:

“We go to a party/Everyone turns to see/this beautiful lady/walking around with me” – If the stress and focus is on the word “walking” it could suggest that the person she is with is not, himself, walking. But that is really suspending disbelief, so let’s move on.

“I give her the car keys/she puts me to bed” – This is about a man who is unable to drive. Not able to at all or just as a result of intoxication or fatigue? More and more disabled people are driving, but in the 1970s when this song was recorded, this may not have been so. And the second line may have something to do with a woman physically lifting the man from his wheelchair into bed.

That’s about all I see backing up the aforementioned claim. But the overall theme of the song is a man who is desperately in love with his woman, who “just doesn’t realize how much” he loves her. I am married to a woman who is not “disabled” in the usual sense of the word (She told me herself that she believes that everyone is disabled to some degree), so I can identify with that feeling, the desperation to tell that person how much their unconditional love means to you. However, I would hope that anyone in love has felt it that strongly.

And so, upon deep reflection on this matter, I think that “Wonderful Tonight” is just a regular, boring, good ol’ fashioned walkie love song. Case closed. I have spoken. Turn out the lights. Don’t let the door hit ya.

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Seriously, If This Crap Didn’t Actually Happen, I Couldn’t Make It Up!

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by Treadmarkz

I was at my local public library tonight with my wife and after this happened, I immediately went and told her “This is going straight into the blog when we get home.”

I was on the computer searching the library catalog and I typed in “disabled history”. That is all I typed in. Okay? Ya with me so far? Okay, and when I pressed “Search”, the very first result I received for “disabled history” was….I swear to God I am not making this up……”Guide to the Presidency.”

That was almost as good as yesterday when we were at Target and I found a “Best of Vanilla Ice” CD and it had a label on it saying that it was recyclable. Again, I don’t make these things up. I don’t have to.

Off the Juice: 2000 Hours Soda-Free

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by Treadmarkz

As I mentioned a while back, I am a former heavy Mountain Dew drinker. Really, I am beyond the point of counting the hours since I’ve had it, and I am only counting the weeks now (12 weeks). But there is just something great about being able to say that today I reached 2000 hours without so much as a dribble of Mountain Dew or any other soda/pop going down my gullet. It’s a milestone.

I was thinking of celebrating tonight with a 12 oz. can of Mountain Dew, which would be a hell of a lot less than I used to drink in one sitting. I was at work until 9 pm, but at 8, which marked 2000 hours, I went and bought a can in the vending machine. It felt weird holding that cold, aluminum can in my hand. I had not held one, aside from throwing away an occasional empty for my wife (she hardly drinks any) or a co-worker, in nearly three months.

I flicked the side of the can with my finger, and listened to the tinny, metallic resonance as it reverberated in my hand, and echoed in my head like a giant, ancient church bell slamming back and forth.

You know what though? I didn’t drink it. When I got home, my wife reminded me that since quitting, I am looking healthier. That means a lot to me, as it does to her. I am approaching 30 now, and I know I have to take care of myself. Being paralyzed makes this evermore imperative. My wife and I have to watch out for each other and be good influences on each other when it comes to remaining healthy. So it did not take much for her to convince me to set the can aside.

I decided that tomorrow I’ll give the pop to a co-worker who recently picked up some McDonalds food for me during our dinner break. Is it just me, or is that the most illogical sentence ever constructed in the history of the written word, given the circumstances? But I digress…

Even though my plan was to drink the Dew to celebrate, then go back to my recent regimen of water and the occasional juice, I couldn’t do it. In a way I didn’t really want to drink it, and was not too bothered when my wife said she wished I wouldn’t. I don’t want to be too tempted to go back to my usual intake. You may be thinking, “it’s just pop, man” and you are right.

But the main reason I stopped to begin with means a lot more to me than a momentary rush.

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April 4, 2008 at 6:51 AM