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“You Are My Sunshine”

As mentioned by KCRW’s Rachel Reynolds on Twitter today, the song “You Are My Sunshine” is in actuality not the happy sing-along it seems at first glance, but instead a heartbreaking, Depression-era, “unbearably sad song” of lost love. This makes it doubly ironic that it has been repurposed for everything from the state song of Louisiana to mustard commercials, with few remembering its true nature.

Here’s the first verse, which is rarely sung. It sets the tone for the whole song:

The other night, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.

So when the plaintive “You are my sunshine / My only sunshine” is sung next, there is sorrow being expressed.

You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You’ll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.

That last line always gets me. And she’ll never know how much you love her because she’s off loving another. Check out the complete lyrics.

Here’s the classic Jimmie Davis version:

Norman Blake did a rendition on the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack in 2000:

And the 1980 French’s Mustard advert:

The Master of Nasty

Raymond Chandler: The Master of Nasty

Raymond Chandler relished finding names for his quirky characters, including Philip Marlowe, the pipe-smoking, chess-playing private eye — a literary kinsman to Sam Spade, Dashiell Hammett’s solitary sleuth — whom I first met in the pages of fiction as a teenager and whom I have known more than fifty years. Sometimes the names are dead giveaways about the morality or immorality of the character, sometimes they’re opaque, but I’ve always found them intriguing and an open invitation to try to solve the mystery myself.

Via MetaFilter.

What happened to Mead notebooks?

If all Mead notebooks are this floppy, I won’t be buying them anymore. That’s the point of having a cardboard back — stiffness, so you can write on the pages without the surface flexing and warping like a bucking bronco. I’ve gotten some Office Depot brand notebooks at work which seem far superior — I’m likely going to buy some for myself once I’m done with this monstrosity. If I decide to stick it out till the last page.

Sad — Mead used to be my go-to notebook, whether the 8 1/2 x 11 size like this or the half-size ones for journals.