AM radio, new comics from the shop and the certainty of getting a headache from reading in the car sums up a great childhood day for me. Course, my dog was not enjoying this with me. She had to stay at home, so this almost sums up a perfect day.
I credit my monthly trip to the comic shop for mixing up the Eric Clapton song for me then and now. "After Midnight" will always be "Captain Midnight" to my ears. My lyrics are superior to the ones Eric sings. It takes the innocence of a child to omit the sexual contents for superhero adventure. To exclude a night of passion with one fine lady for a call to action by Capt. Midnight, who will let everything hang out. Meaning, he will capture the bad guys and put everything right.
Being a pop fan, my head never bangs, but rather it gently bobs to the music. Headbanging and reading Giant-Size Avengers in a moving car? I leave the super heroics to the professionals. I am thankful my carsickness means getting a headache and not vomiting.
Course, I looked up Captain Midnight in my Steranko's History of Comic Book, vol. 1 and vol. 2. Was this corny ass figure with a clock striking midnight on his chest emblem interesting? He sure was! Being a child, I was more passive and accepting to odd things than I am as an adult reader. I think the good captain had aviator goggles, too.
Never have read a Capt. Midnight comic book. Always crank up the volume to Eric's song. Always choose to put aside his words and insert my ever changing ones. We have so many rock songs with sexual lyrics as it is. But only ONE song about Captain Midnight settling a drastic situation.
Maybe not we. Just me!
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