The Song in my Head: Theme from “Alice”

File this under “the brain is a weird and wonderful thing”.

I don’t know about you guys but I suspect I haven’t watched an episode of “Alice” since the early to mid-1980s. I don’t spend a great deal of time pondering the show but I have to admit it’s come to mind at least twice in the last year. Once when Vera died and once because Linda Lavin played a small role in “The Intern“, a really crappy De Niro film my wife made me watch with her. I do also tell people to “kiss my grits” every now and then.

Still, waking up with the the theme from “Alice” in my head was unexpected. It proves the brain is capable of doing some really throw-back things early in the morning. I woke up singing, “there’s a new girl in town [and she’s feeling good]*. She was just passing through buuut if things work out, she’s going to stayyyy!”. I had to Google the lyrics just to make sure it actually was the theme from Alice.

Anyway, if you are unfamiliar with the song, you may watch it below. God bless America for inventing Youtube.

* Not an actual lyric. Brain was filling in gaps, apparently.

“Walter Reed”

Back again. I promise I’ll start writing again soon. In the meantime, I thought I’d update the song in my head. I think some of my Facebook friend’s are getting rather annoyed with me posting my head songs every day. Well, one person complained when I kept posting a lot of country songs. It led me to think that not everyone shares my musical tastes and may not want to see my songs every day. Since I am covetous of each of my Facebook friend’s, I thought I’d shift back to the blog. People who want to come listen here can do so.

This morning’s song is “Walter Reed”, by Michael Penn. I think he is the same guy who did “Romeo in Black Jeans” way back when. I also think he may be related to Sean Penn but that could be entirely false. Go look it up if you’re curious. Meanwhile, enjoy the music in my head.

The Song in My Head: “Make It Alright”

Hello. Did you miss me? Yes, I’ve been away for a while. I kinda’ got burned out on feeding the blog at the end of the Tour de France. Sorry about that. I guess I was just so distraught at Lance placing third that I just didn’t have the heart to write any more.

Okay, just kidding. Some of you – two to be exact – have requested I update the blog so here I am. I am not going to write anything too detailed tonight. All you get is the latest Song in My Head. I woke up with Jay Farrar’s “Make It Alright” on my brain and wanted to share it with you all. I had a heck of a time finding audio and no luck at all finding video. I hope you enjoy it!

Mardy Bum

I’m going to have to find a better source of videos for The Song In My Head series than YouTube. It seems all you can find on YouTube these days are poor quality clips of  a live performance somewhere.

The only other thing you find is somebody’s home made video. That seems to be the case today. I woke up with the insanely catchy “Mardy Bum” from the Artic Monkeys in my noggin. I pushed through the live clips on YouTube until I found this media studies class project.  It’s well done for a bunch of students.

Warning: the song is, as I said, insanely catchy. You will likely find it rooted in your head if you give it a listen. I think you’ll like it, however. Artic Monkeys are one of my favorite finds on Pandora.  Enjoy.

Come On, Come On

The song in my head this morning was a veritable concert. In the gloaming period of my semi-wakefulness, I identified no less than five songs playing through and over each other. The first and most dominant was Cheap Trick’s “Come On, Come On” followed by somebody singing “Our Love is Here to Stay”. I think it was Billie Holiday. Not sure about that, however. I could look it up but I’m being lazy, just this once. I’m on vacation, you know.

Busted

Not much to say about the song in my head today except for it was a bit of a change of pace. I woke up to Willie Nelson and Ray Charles singing back and forth to one another in their duet of “I’m Busted”. I don’t know of any hidden meaning except for my portfolio might be in for a rough week.

I sure hope not.

I couldn’t find the duet version on Youtube so the clip is the Ray Charles solo version. It’s too bad because Ray and Willie sing a fine duet. Especially in my head.

Split Screen Sadness

It’ s been a while since I posted the song in my head. It’s not that the music isn’t there. I just haven’t felt a song personally in a while. There’s a difference between having a song in your head and feeling a song in your heart, I suppose.

The song in my heart and in my head this morning was John Mayer’s “Split Screen Sadness”. Like so many songs you hear these days, it expresses regret over a lost relationship and lost opportunities to make a relationship work.

I don’t know nothing about that, nosiree.

I do like the song though. My favorite lyric, and one that speaks to me very personally, says “I can’t wait to figure out what’s wrong with me, so I can say that’s the way I used to be”.  I’m eternally laboring to discover my faults and figure out where I went wrong. I tend to believe that if I can just figure that out, I can fix all the mistakes I’ve made and make things work that just didn’t. I realize that this is a fool’s game but it makes me feel like I’m growing if I at least try to tackle my major failings.

The other line that sings out at me is one that makes me smile. I’m a pretty stubborn guy and like to fight for things long after it makes little sense to do so. I’ve never liked to quit, never liked to give up and have always been convinced that things could be seen through by judicious application of faith and perseverance. I don’t have any evidence to back this up as I’ve been proven incorrect again and again…but I’m assuming this means more faith and perseverance need be applied.

I could be wrong.

Anyway, the line says “I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you’d fought me ’til your dying day.” I kinda’ like the idea of fighting with someone until the end, even if you’re making each other miserable.

Maybe I’m just a romantic at heart.

Going Home

Good evening! Not sure what I’m here to post but I figured I shouldn’t let another evening go by without putting something in this space. Do I have anything to say? Not really. I can’t say that ever stopped me from speaking in the past. Why should it stop me now?

Let’s deal with the minutia of the day, shall we? First off, and apropos of nothing, I forgot my belt this morning. It used to be that wearing a belt was not  a requirement in my daily dress. Now I find that I feel naked without it. I was self-conscious about my lack of accoutrement all day long. Kinda’ threw me off my game. Not quite as badly as wearing my underpants backwards all day but definitely in the same vein. Maybe I should start a checklist in the mornings to make sure I have everything I need and it’s all right-side forward before I leave the house every day.  Probably not a bad idea.

Song of the morning was “Berlin” by Intercept. I’ve blogged the lyrics to this song once already but it hasn’t made the morning mind rotation until now. It was rapidly overwhelmed upon wakefulness by an old camp favorite, “Rejoice in the Lord Always”. That’s a happy tune for a morning. It didn’t help me remember my belt but it was cheerful.

Heading home to North Carolina this weekend and looking forward to that in the extreme. In case you’ve been living under a rock or outside the United States, UNC is in the Final Four this weekend. The last time they won the championship, big brother Bigwig, niece Toto and I were in the Dean Dome watching the game on the big screen.

Toto was about four at the time and, with two minutes remaining in the game, had had enough. She was whining and ready to go home. With one minute to go in the game, the partisan crowd started to awaken to the fact that we were going to win and began to vocalize the same. Toto woke up immediately and did her best sorority girl impersonation all the way to Franklin Street. It was good times. Hopefully we can repeat the experience for the benefit of her little brother.

There are also others to see whilst I’m in NC.  I’m heading the beach for a few days with Tiger and Bee for our sorta’ annual outing.  I couldn’t make last year but we spent a lot of quality time the year previous MySpacing at one another from across the room. I hope Bee has a laptop this time because I’m certain we’ll Facebook the hell out of beach other this time.

Besides Tiger and Bee, I’ve got to see if I can’t make time for a few other friends while I’m traveling. Pooh for one. Haven’t seen her in some years and it’ll be good to catch up.

Jeffrey for another. Haven’t seen him in even more years. I don’t think I’ve seen him since our graduation from high school, really.  Jeffrey is one of my first, and oldest, friends.  I’ve been chatting some with him on Facebook and it’s really taken me back. I’ve been trying to think of a time when Jeffrey wasn’t my friend and I don’t seem to be able to remember that far back.  He just always seems to have been there. Since Kindgergarten at least. It seems like whatever I think about from my youth, Jeffrey was part of it. He was part of school, part of the swimming pool…just part of life.

And he always seems to have had a moustache, at least if my memory is correct. Jeffrey is one of those guys that, even when he’s clean shaven, you’d swear he had a moustache. It’ s like a moustache of the soul. It’s just part of who he is. I’m pretty sure it’s always been there, though not always visibly. Even when we were five. I’m pretty sure.

Anyway, Jeffrey was my first best friend. I remember this very clearly. David S., Steve Y., Jeffrey and I were…well, best friends, but once, when we were playing kickball, David turns to Steve and claimed him as his “best” friend. I remember feeling very territorial and, much as Britain and France raced one another to colonize the globe, I felt that I needed to call dibs on a best friend.  I turned to Jeffrey and asked if he wanted to be best friends, he said yes and that was that. We were best friends.

All four of us. But in pairs.

For a while there, it seems like we did everything together. We hung out at the pool in the summers, playing “Black Magic” or ping pong or whatever. We’d have sleepovers at somebodies house, doing stupid things like eating chili and then taking a laxative, just for “shits and giggles”. That was at David’s. At Jeffrey’s…well. I remember breaking into his father’s liquor cabinet once. That might’ve been the same night we spent mooning cars on the highway.

Yeah. That sounds plausible.

Funny thing is, I remember breaking into his father’s liquor cabinet but I don’t remember actually drinking. I’m pretty sure we didn’t. At least, I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I dunno. Maybe I did.

I’m one-hundred percent certain that we spent a good hour mooning cars on the highway, however. That was good times.

Sorry, Ma.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to some time in NC. I miss my folks and I miss my friends and I have to say that, for the first time in my 38 years, I’m a little homesick. Maybe I’ve been spending too much time in the past lately, remembering way back when. Maybe I’m getting old. Maybe everybody else is getting old. Whatever it is, it’ll be good to go home again, if just for a while.

I think that’s it for me, folk. Bedtime beckons. Good night to all and, to those in NC, see you soon.

Daughters

I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
She’s just like a maze
Where all  of the walls are continually changed

I’ve done all I can
To stand on the steps with my heart in my hand
Now I’m starting to see
Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me

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Boys you can break
You’ll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong and boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
a woman’s good, good heart

John Mayer, “Daughers”

The Song in My Head has returned! It’s been on a bit of a hiatus for several reasons. For one, I just haven’t been paying attention in the mornings. Since the advent of daylight savings time I’ve been stumbling out of bed in the dark hours of the morning when both I and the voices in my head are barely awake. For another, I’ve discovered that many of the songs in my head…aren’t. Songs, that is. I’ll be jiggered if I can recognize, much less name, the tunes I wake up with some morning. I’m convinced that many of them are unique and new creations. If I could capture them, write them down and set down the notes, I’m sure I’d be a musical genius.

Aside: I also dream sometimes that I’m playing the guitar to a song of my own creation. I know it’s an awesome song and I know all the notes and lyrics whilst I’m dreaming. The tune fades rapidly as I awake, however, and I realize I have no knowledge of how to write music. I’ve made several attempts to capture the songs with little success. I think the definition of genius is the ability to capture these God-given inspirations and bring them forth into a concrete state.

Kinda’ like Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s penning of “Kubla Khan“. He managed to get out something like 100 lines that he’d dreamed before it faded into oblivion. If only we could produce what we dream, where would mankind be?

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Anyway, and thirdly, I just haven’t had a lot of time to post.

Seeing how today is Saturday, I slept in a little later and it was light outside when I pushed my feet out of bed and onto the floor. The voices were like lively little puppies, licking my nose and encouraging me to get up, walk and feed them before they urinated on the carpet. They were singing rather gleefully and it was a tune I recognized and sing along to often in the car: John Mayer’s “Daughters”.

I love this song more every time I hear it. It reminds me of…well, several things. It reminds me of C, of course. (…and I’ve done all I can…) Most John Mayer songs do at some level. Probably because we went to his concert together. Maybe it’s because I know she hates this song. It’s typical of our relationship that she would hate the song that I most associated with her.

It also reminds me of another C. (There are lots of ‘C’s in my life, apparently.) This C was the only woman I ever loved at first sight. She was 10 months old at the time, staring up at me from her car seat with these big blue eyes. I think we had an understanding from the very first moment. Her father, at that time, wanted nothing to do with her. (He has since come around.) To me, she was gorgeous and I couldn’t understand how someone could not want to love and be loved by his own daughter. I decided then and there that she needed me and she became the daughter of my heart. That was nine years ago and,  after much water under the bridge, I love her still. I rejoice now in the fact that she has a loving family around her and a good father figure to guide her as she grows.

Lastly, it reminds me of the people around me. Several of my close female friends had no kind of relationship with their father at a formative period in their lives and most of them are still dealing with the hurts and wounds inflicted by that time of their life. Their need and longing for the love of a man is often frustrated by their inability to accept or understand it, simply because they have no good example by which to recognize it.

It makes me fearful for my good buddy and his six month-old daughter. My buddy doesn’t have a great relationship with the mother and, because of this, is only a father from afar. He’s not part of his daughter’s daily life and I worry that, though she’s young yet, wounds are starting to open that just won’t close for the rest of her life. I pray daily that her parents find a way to put aside their own hurts in order to find a way of preventing hers.

These types of hurts are so cyclical, passing  easily from one generation to the next, spreading out like ripples on a pond. It certainly makes it easy to see how all the trouble in the world can be traced back to mankind’s rift with our own Father.

So father’s be good to your daughters. Daughters will love like you do. Girls become lovers that turn in to mothers, so mothers be good to your daughters too.

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