Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tuesday Tune, vol 75 - Wear Sunscreen


Today's Tuesday Tune is Everybody's Free To Wear Sunscreen - Quindon Tarver

Remember those Everything-I-Need-To-Know-I-Learned-In-Kindergarten posters, t-shirts, coffee mugs, and wife beaters?  Well.  Those posters, t-shirts, coffee mugs, and wife beaters gave us some good advice; some good rules for living.  This song, however, provides better advice; better rules for living.  All you need to know about life is listed in this here "Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen" song. 

Who is this Quindon Tarver feller anyways?  He should be a profit or something.  As an aside, for some reason, and at this very moment, I'm reminded of Fred Rogers.  And how Fred Rogers -- yes, that Fred Rogers -- spoke at my sister's commencement.  That was super cool.  To see Fred Rogers speak, and also count how many times he said "neighbor."

Anyway, happy Tuesday.  Here's the words with Rabid's favorites in highlights.  ACTUALLY, my favorite-favorites are in highlights, because it's all my favorite, but only my favorite-favorites are in highlights.


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If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or reliable then my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice....now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind, you won't understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is
long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).

Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people
I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.


Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).

Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.


Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.


Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

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4 comments:

Jessica said...

"Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young."

I love those precious few. I'd rather have those precious few than buckets full of acquaintances.

Aubrey said...

This is my favorite song. I try to listen to it once a month. And although some of my professors may dispute whether it really is a song, I think that the purpose of music is to communicate...and that it does.

Why is sunscreen so expensive?

Sing, and floss...floss and sing...

radracer said...

"Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum."

I'm worried that I'm not going to get my engineering work done on time. Can you send me some more bubblegum?

Makell said...

I love this song, too! As a freckle face, I'm a big fan of the sunscreen and I definitely hope to dance the funky chicken on my 75th wedding anniversary...that would scare many children, I'm sure.