Friday, June 01, 2007
I normally blog pretty much in silence. Music playing in the background distracts me, but I am listening to some music now (and yes, it is distracting).
It's the album, "The Gift" by the Jam. (Yes, it is one of my Brother's Birthday present's, but I figured I would take the opportunity to replace the copy of "The Gift" on my MP3 player with this, the remastered version.)
I can't have listened to "The Gift" in over 10 years. It's (mostly) a great collection of songs, but I'm finding listening to it a sad experience. I think what's done it are these lines from the song "Ghosts".
"One day you'll walk right out of this life
And then you'll wonder why you didn't try."
How incredibly true, except that I doubt I will ever walk right out of this life. Because I am too much of a coward.
Another "The Gift" related memory just came to me.
In 1982, when I was at Bournville College in Birmingham, there was a girl I fancied so much that it hurt. She knew it as well, but she was nice. We were friends, but she didn't want anything else.
She knew that I loved the Jam, but she knew nothing about them. She asked me to sing her a great song of theirs, so I did the whole of "The Planner's Dream Goes Wrong", in the car park, before the class started. She said she was impressed.
Rubbish. I was great when I was 19, but I have never been able to sing.
When the course had finished, we corresponded for a while, but I never used to keep in touch with people for very long. She was going to train to be a nurse, specialising in the care of mentally handicapped children. I have no idea where she is now, or what became of her.
It was great to be 19.
It's the album, "The Gift" by the Jam. (Yes, it is one of my Brother's Birthday present's, but I figured I would take the opportunity to replace the copy of "The Gift" on my MP3 player with this, the remastered version.)
I can't have listened to "The Gift" in over 10 years. It's (mostly) a great collection of songs, but I'm finding listening to it a sad experience. I think what's done it are these lines from the song "Ghosts".
"One day you'll walk right out of this life
And then you'll wonder why you didn't try."
How incredibly true, except that I doubt I will ever walk right out of this life. Because I am too much of a coward.
Another "The Gift" related memory just came to me.
In 1982, when I was at Bournville College in Birmingham, there was a girl I fancied so much that it hurt. She knew it as well, but she was nice. We were friends, but she didn't want anything else.
She knew that I loved the Jam, but she knew nothing about them. She asked me to sing her a great song of theirs, so I did the whole of "The Planner's Dream Goes Wrong", in the car park, before the class started. She said she was impressed.
Rubbish. I was great when I was 19, but I have never been able to sing.
When the course had finished, we corresponded for a while, but I never used to keep in touch with people for very long. She was going to train to be a nurse, specialising in the care of mentally handicapped children. I have no idea where she is now, or what became of her.
It was great to be 19.
# posted by Pynchon @ 10:41 pm 
