me too

Sunday morning I was out strolling through the trailer park, the sun was slipping through clouds and the air was warm. I was thinking about the forecast for an especially powerful rain storm approaching the central coast from the west. While walking, this song from 1972 oozed into my mind – “It Never Rains in Southern California.” Written and sung by one Albert Hammond.

If you’re of my era, or even close enough to know the pop of those times, you likely know that the song’s chorus begins with that line and ends with, “but girl don’t they warn ya, it pours, man it pours.”

As noted here yesterday, I’ve been a CA resident through enough winters that when the rain truly ramps up here, there’s an end-of-the-world quality. Ain’t no gentle Portland rain storm.

But, you know what? The chorus isn’t the part of the song that came to pay a visit. It was the bridge: “Out of work, I’m out of my head
Out of self respect, I’m out of bread
I’m underloved, I’m underfed
I wanna go home.”

Yeah, that’s the part that has me humming.