Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Water-colored memories?

A few weeks ago, I became convinced I was in the throes of some disastrous brain malady. The symptom: I couldn't remember words. I kept having tip-of-the-tongue moments -- eight, ten, twelve times a day. The problem grew alarming, and embarrassing. Anyone who witnessed the World's Greatest Lovers' set at Atwood Summerfest saw me blank on the opening line of my magnum opus "Too Drunk For Church." Not good.

I had all but resigned myself to bringing my brief career as a singer to a close. If I can't remember lyrics, I'm sunk, not least because TelePrompTers are expensive, and I'm not yet ready to simply clip lyrics to the microphone stand, as I saw 82-year-old Hank Snow do at the "Grand Ole Opry" shortly before he passed away.

As Maximilian Schell memorably said in The Black Hole, something caused this, but what caused that cause? At about the same time that my affliction took hold, Isthmus ran an article about high manganese levels in Madison's drinking water. Excess manganese can cause neurological problems, I read, and fear began to grip me. Was the city water robbing me of my ability to sing "El Paso"? I started drinking only bottled water.

Time passed, I took a vacation, I stopped worrying, and lo and behold: The memory difficulties have largely subsided. I now can conjure up the opening line of "Too Drunk For Church," though I don't think I'm quite ready to tackle "El Paso" just yet.

But we're out of bottled water here at the house, and I just drank a glass of tap water. I hope that...what was I saying?

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