Joined: 26 Aug 2010 Age: 69 Gender: Male Posts: 35,189 Location: temperate zone
27 Jun 2024, 5:45 pm
Queen Latifah recently covered the great Sixties classic by the Mamas and Papas. Though the original was lovely somehow QL put a little more meaning between the lines (at least for me).
I can see now that its about more than just weather in another state, and seems to be a meditation upon life and mortality.
Joined: 26 Aug 2010 Age: 69 Gender: Male Posts: 35,189 Location: temperate zone
07 Jul 2024, 3:01 am
"Oh gawd. I hate that song!". Thats what the coworker lady said when it came up in conversation. I not only like the song...it reminds me of her. In a good way. There was much both good and bad about working with her. And our mutual boy-girl attraction added spice to the complex emotional cocktail. Its like we had a non romantic romantic relationship over some years-though we never hung out outside of work.
We both left the job. Havent spoken in a long time. Am thinking of calling her up for mutual emotional support because I happened to know that were going through similar s**t right now. In the meantime...I will cry to this song.
I think I've shared this one before but it's that time of year again. My sixteenth birthday -- the day after Twilightprincess was born -- I was home in my parents' back yard with nothing to do because I was such a misfit at school, I had no friends. I felt sorry for myself because sixteenth birthdays are supposed to be a big deal for girls.
A floral delivery arrived at the house. It was a big box with 16 red roses inside, and a little card saying:
"Happy Sweet 16 Issy. Love, X"
The X meant I had a secret admirer! I was out of my mind trying to figure out which boy at school was secretly in love with me. I was pretty sure it was a senior I had a crush on despite never speaking to him in my life.
I was swooning with the romance of it all, and feeling good about myself for the first time in years.
My dad stood by watching, with tears in his eyes.
Just a couple of hours after that, we got word that my grandfather shot himself in the head. He committed suicide because of depression, anxiety, and social phobia (undiagnosed ASD), which is exactly what I'd been feeling at the time. He was found lying on his kitchen floor, bleeding.
I watched my dad's tears of joy about my roses turn to tears of anguish.
Only later did I learn that my dad had sent me the roses, not a random boy. He purposely sent them from "X" so I'd think they were from a boy, and I'd feel popular.
The song Love Lies Bleeding reminds me of that day, which was the best and worst of my life. It even begins with an instrumental called Funeral for a Friend.
There were red roses at my Gramps' funeral when I still had Dad's 16 red roses in my bedroom.
Not to be graphic but there was also a lot of blood when my grandpa died, and we later went to the house to replace the floor tiles because they'd been stained. Everything red reminds me of turning 16.
I still can't look at red roses or listen to this song without crying, especially on my birthday.
Lyrics:
The roses in the window box have tilted to one side Everything about this house was born to grow and die It doesn't seem a year ago to this very day You said I'm sorry honey, if I don't change the pace I can't face another day
Wow. I didn't listen to the song. Just reading of such sad memories has laid a heaviness on my heart. I hope you have a lovely holiday in Colorado. You deserve it.
Joined: 26 Aug 2010 Age: 69 Gender: Male Posts: 35,189 Location: temperate zone
28 Aug 2024, 9:43 pm
Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I cry, when I see this scene in Casablanca. No way would "the Star Spangled Banner" hold its own in that national anthem showdown between La Marsialles and the German song.
I’m just now realizing how much she looked like my grandmother when she was young, especially in this performance. They were born around the same time.