Music is the drug for me
When negativity threatens to take me over, music is the salve for my soul. One of God’s many gifts to us as human beings. This gift has literally saved my life, so I’m especially grateful. My love for this form of escapism is something that has been a part of who I am since Day One and hey, it’s not rocket science or even illegal. Imagine that in today’s society! 
Depressed again this morning over my job situation (see today’s Dilbert online for a perfect example of what I’m talking about), I pushed my feelings aside, opened my laptop and surfed over to youtube.com for a Supertramp/Roger Hodgson fix. I discovered a few “new” video additions, one of which I’d never seen. Goodbye Stranger, from Supertramp’s landmark album, Breakfast in America. Awesome! It just made me feel good to be able to see the boys doing “that thing they do” so well. Even if it WAS lip synched. :notworthy:
I am hoping that sometime in the near future we can acquire these videos as they were truly meant to be seen…in full glorious quality on DVD. It would make any bootlegs obsolete and be beneficial to the guys as artists. It’s time! :yell:
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Oh man, Goodbye Stranger, does that bring back a memory. When that song came out, I was playing the hits in Wenatchee, Washington. This was before I was a Christian. The afternoon DJ (I’ll call him Bob) was openly Christian. He and his wife were quick to invite me into their home for dinner when I first arrived in town to take the job. They, along with my girlfriend and me, would frequently go on outings together. They were both wonderful people. Bob was the light Jesus called him to be.
Enter: Goodbye Stranger. Bob was troubled by the line “the devil is my Savior”. He consulted church leaders about what, if anything, he should do. Their advice was for Bob to ask the station if he could skip the song when it came up in rotation on his shift. Interesting request, eh? He didn’t ask that the station not play it at all, just that HE not play it.
Predictably, the answer was NO. While the station manager understood Bob’s problem, it was not up to Bob to decide the music rotation schedule. He resigned that day. Even though I didn’t truly understand his motivation, I respected his convictions and actions.
Funny thing, though, as I look over the lyrics. The “the devil is my Savior” line was not a statement, but rather an accusation which was denied. Interesting.