I illegally downloaded my copy of Young Team. The track was mislabeled as Like Heron. I was listening to a ton of Gil Scott-Heron at the time. I Tweeted something that basically amounted to: “The world will be a much more boring place when Gil Scott-Heron dies.” Five minutes later, the news that he was dead went public.
A week or two after that, my friends and I went walking through a wildlife preserve, walking for entirely too long, getting entirely too lost. As the sun started to go down, a blue heron flew over us. Between the wingspan and the noise it made, we were all convinced that it was a pterodactyl or an alien and that we’d soon be shoveling shit out of our pants.
Anyway, when I see the name Like Herod, I think of Like Heron. I think of accidentally killing legendary musicians, and almost shitting my pants.
At that point, though, I hadn’t even heard the song yet.