Favorite Song of Late October 13, 2007

Okay…so I signed up for Napster and downloaded this song. I have always loved Velvet Underground and Nico; “The Gift,” about poor Waldo Jeffries, still makes me giggle every time I hear it!

A few years ago I borrowed my younger sister’s car to drive to Spokane for the weekend. Libby has the best music collection, and all of her CDs were left in the car for me to enjoy. I pulled out Lou Reed’s NYC Man. When I heard him strum the intro chords, I sunk back into my seat, hand on the wheel, and enjoyed the 3:18 minute song. And then I played it again. And again. There is just something about Lou’s gruff voice as he sings the beautiful chorus and the simple, lovely guitar chords,  that gets me everytime. It really makes me want to learn how to play the guitar.

I’ll Be Your Mirror

I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty you are
But if you don’t, let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

I’ll be your mirror
(reflect what you are)

Channeling Mary Catherine Gallagher September 25, 2007

To sum up how I feel tonight, I’d like to share a scene from the 1993 hit movie, “A Thing Called Love,” in which Samantha Mathis portrays Miranda, a woman who knows a thing or two about struggle and triumph.

The Soundtrack of My Life September 21, 2007

I remember when I was seven, I got a 35 record player for Christmas~one of those cool suit-case-looking record players with a retractable adapter which allowed you to play LPs, as well~ and I used that thing until I had literally worn it out.

So intent on learning the lyrics of certain songs, I’d put the needle on the record, play a few lines and then stop it so I could write down what I’d just heard. If at first I didn’t catch the words, I’d pick up the needle and move it back a few grooves to listen again. This went on until I was certain I had the whole song down on paper. Then, I’d place the needle at the begining of the song and listen to it in its entirety, singing along this time. I recall an entire summer was squandered on my dad’s record collection. Bob Dylan, Herman’s Hermits, Hank Williams Sr….For what it’s worth, I schooled myself in the “classics.”

Ah, if only life were like that record player, when a groove is skipped we can go back and hear the lyrics again, this time at the ready with intent ears and pen on paper.

P.S. The lump seems to be “fatty tissue.” No official word yet. And the 3 minute squish, although uncomfortable, is really not as bad as some would have you believe.