The Bolt

and apparently this particular Donna Fargo song had stuck with my daycare provider so much that she still felt the need to play it four years after its release. She had the whole record (yes, I do mean a vinyl LP) and she played it quite a lot. I don't remember exactly how often, but it was enough that even at the age of five I was already sick of it.

I would think that it takes a lot of trying to annoy a five year old that much. I don't know, because although I do have a five year old daughter right now, I'm not willing to put her through a similar musical torture just to see what frequency of song playing it would take. My wife likes Keith Urban's music and our girls must hear a Keith Urban song at least every second day, and they're not even close to being sick of his music yet.

OK, enough of that, you get the idea that the Donna Fargo song really grated on me.

Strangely enough, the memory that I attach to that song is this: standing outside of the day care home, leaning against a large elm tree, and thinking to myself "what a stupid song to like. We don't live in the USA, we live in Canada."

So even at the age of five, I can claim that I was well on my way to truly appreciating American Thanksgiving day (you know, the day that all Canadians pause and give thanks that they're not Americans).

Finally, in the category of "please, make it stop", I see that on Donna's second album she covered the Jim Croce song "You Don't Mess Around With Jim". I absolutely do not have the stomach to listen and find out how badly she butchered that song.