Daily Archives: February 15, 2014

Radio XXXI, side B, track 5: “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?” by Chicago

Chicago - Does Anybody Really Know What Time It IsOh, Chicago, I would never have guessed that this song was sung by the same band that sang one of my favoritest songs of my youth.  But as we all know by now, the Now And Then Weekend was pretty much all kinds of awesome, so I got a little glimpse into what you guys sounded like when you were knee-high to a grasshopper (as the saying went back home), and it’s a great song.  Just not a song I would have said “Yeah, that’s totally a Chicago tune.”

And for the record, Chicago, I DO know what time it is.  It says it in the right-hand corner of my computer.  I’m looking at it right now.  It’s also on my cell phone (that’s about the only thing I use my cell phone for actually, Chicago, is to check the time or order pizza from Gatti’s).  I have a watch, too, but it hasn’t been working.  But we’ve also got a couple clocks on the walls, plus the DVR has the time, not to mention the microwave, the oven, and both alarm clocks.

There are a lot of things that I love about my wife, Chicago, and one of the things high up on that list, while maybe not very romantic or sexy, is that she’s a firm believer in punctuality.  Before a trip, my lady has all her stuff packed the night before.  If we’re going to an event, we’re there a good twenty minutes before the event starts, if not more.  I didn’t realize how much punctuality meant to me until my wife and I started dating.  She was the first woman I’d ever dated who took being on time as seriously as I did.  But she’s also more realistic about that kind of stuff, too, so it was through her that I learned that when people invite you to their house for 7:00, no one is expected to be there until at least 7:20.  Which explains why I always ended up having long awkward conversations with party hosts because I would get to places 10-15 minutes before the official start of a party.

I don’t know where my need for punctuality comes from, Chicago.  I have a suspicion it has something to do with the fact that if I didn’t get to the end of our driveway to catch the bus in the morning, I’d be in all kinds of trouble with my parents because they had farmwork to do.  More likely, it’s because we were ALWAYS late to church on Sunday mornings, and we always ended up having to sit in one of the front pews, and I could never stay awake, and so the pastor always saw me nodding off during his sermon.

Whatever the reason is, I’m invariably a ten-minute early guy.  Or if it’s a movie, 30 minutes early.  And thank god my wife is like that, too.  Although when we do fight, which is rarely, it’s about how I’m always late coming to bed because I’m reading a comic book or blogging or something.  Is that considered irony?  Whatever, Chicago.  Like you guys said when you were all young and hippy, does anybody really know what time it is, man?  I have a feeling I would have hated hanging out with you back then, Chicago. . .

“Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?”

<awesome Chicago jam>

As I was walking down the street one day

A man came up to me and asked me
What the time was
That was on my waaaaatch
Yeeah

I saaaid

(I don’t)
Does anybody really know what time it is
(Caaaare)
Does anybody really care
(About time)
If so I can’t imagine why
(Oh no, no)
We’ve all got time enough ta cry

I was walking down the street one day

A pretty lady
Looked at me and said her diamond watch had stopped cold deeeeeead

And I saaaaaaid

(I don’t)
Does anybody really know what time it is
(Caaaaaaare)
Does anybody really care
(About time)
If so I can’t imagine why
(Oh no, no)
We’ve all got time enough ta cry

And I was walking down the street one day

Being pushed and shoved by people tryin’ ta beat the clock, oh, woah, I just don’t know, I  don’t know, I don’t knoooowoah
And I saaaaaid
Yes, I said

(I don’t)
Does anybody really know what time it is
(Caaaaaare)
Does anybody really care
(About time)
If so I can’t imagine why
(Oh no, no)
We’ve all got time enough ta die

Everybody’s worryin’
(I don’t care)
I don’t care
(About time)
About time
(Oh no, no)
I don’t care

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