Melancholy

Melancholy Flower:

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Or Melon Cauliflower:

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I was feeling melancholy yesterday.  A culmination of canceled evening plans, a hauntingly quiet day in the office, too much rain and my gloomy musical choice eventually sent me home to a darkened room, blanket, couch and a long nap. Today, I hope, will be better.

Radio, Radio

…And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin’ to anaesthetize the way that you feel…

                                                – Elvis Costello  

Do you have a radio station that entirely meets your needs; one that holds you beguiled such that other stations are unnecessary? 

Driving to work this morning, I resigned myself to my radio’s “seek” button when nothing piqued my interest on any of my five pre-programmed stations. There’s only five because no other station is worth the bother of programming.  While the dial churned, my mind began to percolate as well, pondering the parallels between the finite number of desirable partners in my town and the dearth of good radio stations.  Strange how my mind works sometimes. 

There must be hundreds of stations, so why is it difficult to find a good one?  The first choice I’m faced with – AM vs. FM.  Is there anything on AM besides Republicans, sportscasters and oldies?  AM is out.  Of the remaining FM stations, I’m eliminating any that aren’t in English.  Communication is essential. Cross out boot and bolo-tie wearing Country, Long-haired rockers and hip-hop rap gangsters with the belts below their ass. Disregard Christian and religious stations (If you’re a frequent reader of this blog, you know why). Forget about smooth jazz and all of it’s impotence, but other jazz can stay.  College stations – love them, but do they love me?  I’m not their target audience.  I DO enjoy a good dose of NPR, classical and jazz…but not every day and not all the time.  So what’s left?  Those generalized, insipid mainstream radio stations that play an occasional good song amid the drivel of commercials, Kings of Leon, Dave Mathews and other such slop. 

And so, I remain single and listen to CD’s because I can’t stay content for long with insipid mainstream slop. Change the station, please.

Yaz – not just for birth control

*FLASHBACK*  It’s 1983 and I’m dancing with my girlfriends to Q-Feel’s Dancing in Heaven (Orbital Be-Bop) in my parent’s living room.  With all the certainty that my teen years possess, I make the proclamation that, unlike my parents and other stupid adults, my musical tastes with continue to morph and grow as I age – just as music continues to change.  I will not be listening to 80’s music 25 years later.

 

*FLASH FORWARD*  It’s 2008 and here I am standing in the back of the theater belting out every word to the lyrics of Yaz’s Only You as Allison Moyet and Vince Clark perform on stage. Her voice is as soulful as ever and I recollect my teen anguish that was released and intermeshed with these songs. I declare it the best concert I’ve seen this year. 

 

 Midnight

Midnight it’s raining outside, he must soaking wet
Everyone is sleeping tight
God knows I tried my best
Darling you know it looks bad
Just lost the best thing that I ever had
Still I don’t know why I did him wrong
It’s too late now he’s gone to sayBaby oh no, can’t leave me now
Said think about it please
Cos I love you and I need you
And I should have thought of that before I did you wrong
Heartache, heartache, yeah
When I saw his face I could see how bad I’d let him down
Cheating when he was working hard, I just had to mess around
I knew from the start he ain’t got much money
I should have stayed content with all that good sweet honey
He’s a good strong man and I love him so so how on earth can I let him go
And now it’s midnight it’s raining outside
And I’m soaking wet, still looking for that man of mine
And I ain’t found him yet
Well all of this rain can wash away my tears
But nothing can replace all of those wasted years
In all of this I tell you I have learnt
Playing with fire gets you burnt
And I’m still burning

You say you’ll lose your pride
Well don’t you know dear, don’t you know
I’ll lose so much more if you go now
Oh no…

 

By: Vince Clark/Allison Moyet