Life is grayscale

Apr 04, 2008 11:45

Okay, so this is going to come off really corny, but I miss my mom.   With the death of my coolest uncle and lots of extended family drama (which I abhor), I am just needing mom-time immensely right now.

In light of this, I decided to pick up some Rolling Stones.  They are still my mom's favorite band and one of my earliest musical experiences.  So I jetted off to Newbury (cause for some strange reason it felt wrong not to have a physical copy) and snagged Let it Bleed and Some Girls....

...and suddenly I am five years old again, sitting in a beat up bucket seat in a metallic blue Dodge van complete with blue shag carpetand a bed in the back.  Gimme Shelter is blasted and my mom is dancing in her seat as we bump along Route 3 heading for my grandparents lake place.  All manner of adventure await me there; playing canoe hide-n-seek, spending hours in the lake, surviving the late-night outhouse trips, blueberry picking with my cousin Adam, eating anything that can be cooked on a campfire, and waking up early and finding about a dozen adults past out on the beach from the night before.

I really love the Rolling Stones.  I really miss my mom.  And I am really lucky to have had the musical exposure I did as a child.

In light of this much needed nostalgia trip, I also picked up the Delicate Sound of Thunder which is a live Pink Floyd album.  This one is particularly important, as it was one of the first CDs my parents ever purchased and had an excellent live version of Wish You Were Here.  Again, this may sound corny, but  Wish You Were Here was the first song that I actually requested my parents to play over and over again.  This was the first song that challenged me as a child to think about what was being said and more importantly--why it was being said.  This was the song that would launch my love for music that would make me think and take me out of the comfort zone.

I know this is wickedly lame, but remember, I was 10!

So thank you Pink Floyd for writing an excellent song about alienation and the greyscale of life.  So as corny or embarrassing as this may be for some, I would love to know what that song was for friends.  I am sure that there will be some interesting songs.

And while I am rambling here, I may as well tie this back to my crappy subject line: Life is grayscale.

I just found out that someone I work with, knows several people that I used to go clubbing with regularly.   A very cool discovery and one that makes me yearn for the hey day of Manray and the Boston club scene.

The world is smaller than you think.  And life is most definitely not black and white.

So here's my first perception challenging song:
Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here. 

mischief

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