Nancy Wilson Naturally

My Nancy Wilson, Naturally, CD arrived. I'm pretty excited about it, being the first CD copy I have had of it. It is arguably the first, or one of the first, albums I ever had, but I have never had a CD copy of it before.

As a kid, and a young adult, it was my migraine music of choice when I locked myself away with the unbearable pain in my head in the dark, I'm pretty sure it was good because it doesn't have a hard percussion track, on my own, but I have mentioned that before, I know.

I decided a few years ago... let me digress for a moment. David says that if I die before him - him being 100 kilos and addicted to prescription drugs, doesn't bode well for him, however - that he's going to hold a religious/spiritual funeral for me... let me digress a little more. David continually asks me what would change my mind about god and heaven and reincarnation and the like? How could my mind be changed? What would it take?

He likes asking me this question because deep down he couldn't accept I was an atheist. You know he teaches this stuff, he lives this stuff, with his sycophants of is his guru life. He asks often and repeatedly.

So, one day I gave him my answer. "Okay, you want to know what would change my mind?"

"Yes," he said.

"If you die before me. This is what it would take. I'd be in some sort of square, or public place. And as I am standing there, I can see from the other side of the square someone who looks remarkably like you, approaching me. Our eyes would be connected as this person makes it from one side of the square to me on the other side. The people in the square would just naturally part to allow this person through. They would walk right up to me, they would lean in close to my ear and whisper, "You are wrong."

David smiled.

"That's what it would take."

David has often asked me, "So what sort of funeral do you want with your atheist beliefs?"

The implication being that if I don't specify then it would be wide open for a spiritual/religious affair.

So, I decided a few years ago that my funeral would be held in some room, hall, whatever? The people would be ushered in and sat down. Then Nancy Wilson's, Naturally, album would be played from beginning to end. Nobody would speak, or say anything, and when the album finished everybody would be ushered out again. Funeral over.

I told David of my funeral decision, and he said, "What?"

"That album is all that needs to be said."

So, my first CD copy of that album arrived yesterday. I'm very pleased about that.