I was sitting here on my deck innocently reading Hocus Pocus by Kurt Vonnegut, listening to my little green iPod and trying to ignore Allison’s dog’s obsessive co-dependency problem when I was suddenly blindsided by the song from the Walt Disney World Main Street Electrical Parade.
The song from the Main Street Electrical Parade is like, 11 minutes long. I used to listen to it on a record when I was little. The record was blue. Years later, I got it on a CD when I was visiting Disney World over Spring Break during my sophomore year of college. I’m pretty sure the CD was blue, too. Soon after, I created a PowerPoint slide show of my sophomore year Spring Break pictures and set the slide show to the music from the Main Street Electrical Parade. In fact, the Main Street Electrical Parade song turned out to be an excellent soundtrack choice for the slide show – especially because the slide show featured several photos from actual Main Street Electrical Parade. But that’s not the point.
So, the song from the Main Street Electrical Parade popped up on the iPod – song number 50 of 672 – and I stopped reading. I really wanted to change the song. Then I really wanted to watch my slide show of my sophomore year Spring Break pictures. Then I really wanted to call people I drove to Orlando with in 2001. But, the computer was in the bedroom and I don’t really talk to any of those people anymore, so instead of changing the song or watching the slide show or dialing the phone, I just turned up the volume and spaced out for like, 11 minutes.
I thought maybe the song would make me giddy like it used to when I was kid. Or I thought maybe it would make me experience some sort of nostalgia and wish I was still a sophomore in college. I thought at least it would make me want to go to Disney World. I was wrong. I spaced out for 11 minutes and felt pretty much nothing but humidity on my face and a mosquito biting my arm. I couldn’t decide if that was sad or not.
After it was over, I lifted the weight of Hocus Pocus of my chest and went back to numbly absorbing the useless details of the tragic life of the fictional character Eugene Debs Hartke, who was born in 1940 and firmly believes that “the 2 prime movers in the Universe are Time and Luck.”