tragedy

You know all those people whose well-insured million-dollar houses burned down in California? The Husband and I were commenting on the media people who kept referring to the loss of these houses as a “tragedy” (links too numerous to list here). NPR aired a long story about a writer guy who “braved the flames” of the last big SoCal fire and returned to his house in order to recover a nearly-finished novel from his computer; he also brought out a stuffed polar bear, which he keeps as a fond rememberance of his wacky escapade. The emphasis was on the party atmosphere, the thrill of evading the police barricades, and the silliness of what you will risk your life to save. The more the Husband and I discussed it, the more we believed the word “tragedy” to be inappropriate.

So we turned to pop music.

Me: Hey, didn’t the BeeGees write about tragedy?
The Husband (immediately launching into song): Tragedy! When the da-da-da and the da-da-da it’s tragedy!
Me: I only know the one lyric too. I have to sing “watermelon watermelon,” like I used to for In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. We should find out what Barry and the guys have to say. It could be important.
The Husband (returning triumphant from a quick foray onto LyricsFreak.com): I have the treasure! Gimme a beat:

Tragedy / When the feeling’s gone and you can’t go on / It’s tragedy
When the morning cries and you don’t know why
It’s hard to bear / With no one to love you you’re goin’ nowhere

Tragedy / When you lose control and you got no soul / It’s tragedy
When the morning cries and you don’t know why
It’s hard to bear / With no one to love you you’re goin’ nowhere

Me: Mystery solved. Wow, I really feel…cleansed.
The Husband: Edifiying, isn’t it?

Did you know that “tragedy” was the word I misspelled (tradgedy) in the high school spelling bee? That was the fateful word that cost me first place. It was so…sad.

, , , , , , , , ,

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply