[Disclaimer: I am not a musician. I can sing. I remember most of the recital piece I played on the piano when I was 6. But I’m not a musician. I know what I like and what I don’t like and what will likely be the soundtrack when I arrive in hell. And I know I’m opinionated as fuck. Especially about music.]
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e | echo & the bunnymen
Echo & the Bunnymen remind me of a [short] roadtrip I secretly took with a friend one summer. Looking back, I suppose that was a bad idea. If something had happened to us, no one knew where we were… or when we left… or where we went.
We weren’t gone long and we didn’t go far. My parents thought I was at J’s house and, of course, her parents thought she was at mine. This backfired almost immediately when we couldn’t find a place to crash that night. We almost drove home and flipped a coin as to who would take the fall.
But we took a chance on our pal D’s lake house. He was often there with his buddy G. Of course, we knew they might not be there… and if it was only his parents, that would have been awkward. But we got lucky. [Not like that. That came later… but only for G and me.]
Our soundtrack that night was filled with alt 80s stuff. But I remember listening to this one song over and over for a bit… until D was confident he knew the whole thing. Then he played guitar while we all sang. That was the night they asked me if I wanted to sing in their band. How could I say no to that? [Or, later, to G…]
Bring on the Dancing Horses | originally released on the Pretty In Pink Soundtrack, 1986
Bring on the dancing horses
Headless and all alone
Shiver and say the words
Of every lie you’ve heard
First I’m gonna make it
Then I’m gonna break it
Till it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while I’m breaking
Your brittle heart
Elvis Costello — because Everyday I Write the Book.