On Peter Gabriel’s amazing album So, Don’t Give Up is probably my favorite song. Besides being a political statement, as so many of his songs are, it features Kate Bush and her amazing vocal range. I had this album on CD in college when it first came out and I still listen to it frequently. It has never lost its shine.
Don’t give up
’cause you have friends
Don’t give up
You’re not beaten yet
Don’t give up
I know you can make it good
I could include all of the lyrics, they are so good. And today, they are speaking to me personally. How is it that once in a while, you hit your playlist that is randomized and the right song comes on? I feel like I am on the edge of change, that the other shoe is about to drop. I am mentally girding myself for battle, knowing that when that shoe does drop I will have a battle on the other side. For me, that battle may include overwhelming pain, depression, anxiety, anger, loneliness. But I have friends. I am not beaten yet. I can make it good. I won’t give up.
Over the weekend, the Daily Post prompt was to blog regarding a journey you have taken. Whenever someone asks about a journey, I think of the movie/album Rattle and Hum by U2. There is a section where the band was interviewed about what had changed from The Joshua Tree to this tour. After much hemming and hawing by all, Larry Mullen, Jr. says “It’s been a musical journey” and then repeats “It’s a musical journey” Then they all crack up and taping stops.
So when I saw the prompt for a journey coupled with the recent posts I have written regarding how music is the backdrop of my life, I had to start today with that quote. Because it is a musical journey even if I am not musical myself. Specific songs take me to a time and place in my life. Back on the Chain Gang by the Pretenders takes me to the bedroom of my high school years – I can smell the quilt, I remember reading on that quilt and hearing that song on the radio. Garth Brooks Friends in Low Places takes me to the summer after I graduated from college and specifically when Bill died. Bill was the Husband’s best friend. They were renting a house together and I practically lived with them. But after he died, the house was full of friends, all of us in shock, alternately staring into space and crying. No one talking, but Friends in Low Places on replay in the CD player. I still can’t listen to that song.
The Husband and I danced at our wedding to True Companion by Marc Cohn long before it was in whatever movie it was that made it popular. That song and my love for my husband are inextricable. Marcy Playground’s Sex and Candy was in constant play on VH1 in the middle of the night when I was pregnant with and then feeding the Boy and nothing was on TV. Bad Things by Jace Everett is the theme song from True Blood. While I didn’t like that show, I loved the theme song. The husband would watch it and I would stay awake through the opening segment to hear the song, sleep through the show, and wake up to hear the song again at the closing segment of the show.
These are just some of the songs that make up the soundtrack of my life. There are so many more that are tied to moments in time. Right now, my girls get in the car and change the radio from the ‘Classic Rock’ to ‘Pop’. I hate Pop. But I know that in the future Katy Perry will be in the soundtrack for them at this age. And for early childhood – the Doors and the Grateful Dead feature prominently. My life is, and always will be, a musical journey.
And now for some art for you. This is a small oil pastel I did a couple weeks ago. I rather like it.
Today at work, I had my headphones plugged in and had on a playlist that I call Mellow Shit. Since I am of a certain age, it doesn’t have a lot of recent music on it. It is easy for me to work to because it is music I know every word and every note of and I can put it into the back of my head and it drowns out the noise of my office. Sometimes, though, I catch a line or a phrase or a whole song that brings me out of what I am doing. And sometimes the songs will bring me back to a book that I have read.
Today the song that pulled me was another by Gordon Lightfoot – If You Could Read My Mind. It always takes me into Jane Eyre. The gothic imagery in the song make me think about the tragic hero that Mr. Rochester is, about the way I cry and cry and cry every time I read the book. I even tried to watch the most recent movie version and started in about half way through and started crying immediately and didn’t stop until well after the movie finished. I am definitely a weeper!
One of my ponderings today is that I love the song Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush. It even inspired me to read the book about 10 years ago, but the book did not inspire the love in me that I wanted to have. And I have never read any Jane Austen or seen any of the movies based on her books. Am I missing something here? I just know that Jane Eyre takes me to a place that no other story does. And I always love reading other books or watching other movies and saying – Oh! They’re pulling a Jane here!
Today, I have no drawing for you, but I do have some new yarn that I just spun. I have just returned from a most successful Yarn School. And I dyed some fabulous fiber to make into amazing yarn. Here is the first of what I dyed and spun:
The Boy was getting picked up from band practice last night. On the radio was a Lyle Lovett song (She’s No Lady) and he asked who this was. I said, “It’s Lyle Lovett, author of the best song line ever.” He, of course, scoffed at that. He is 14 and always right.
“What song?” said he.
“If I had a Boat,” said I.
“It does mention Kemo Sabe, which is cool,” said he.
“Yeah, but that’s not the best line,” said I.
“What is?” said he.
“Kiss my ass, I bought a boat, I’m going out to sea.”
That is the best single line in any song ever. Ever. Discuss amongst yourselves. We’ll see what Mr. 14-year-old-know-it-all comes back with.