blast from the past: hot moms
by request: moonrise kingdom (wes anderson, 2012)

music friday: how to know when i'm sad

I need to preface this by saying that as I write, I am doing just fine. I don’t leave room for misinterpretation on that point.

Earlier in the week, a friend posted something on Facebook, one of those “if you agree, post it as your own status update” things. I rarely/never follow up on them, but in this case, the person who posted is a good enough person that I thought I’d show my support by cutting-and-pasting just this once. I didn’t pay much attention to the text; I should have. It asked for “positive intentions” … it asked for moral support. It read like the sad lament of someone with serious problems fighting their way to the surface.

What followed was quite lovely, if misapplied. People took my post at face value (well, some people thought I was being sarcastic). As of this moment, there are 17 comments and 20 “likes”, which made me feel a bit like Tom Sawyer attending his own funeral. So many kind things were posted, I felt embarrassed that I’d accidentally led people to think I was having a truly bad time in my life. I was also thankful for all of the good people I know.

Later, it occurred to me that sometimes I do let people know things are bad. But I’m never as obvious as I was in that cut-and-paste. As I am fond of reminding people, the motto of this blog boils down to me writing my memoirs by talking about movies and TV and music and sports. The “personal” stuff sneaks in the back door. Similarly, a bad day or two often sneaks in the back door over on Facebook, where most of the music I listen to is listed, as I play the tunes.

I don’t expect anyone actually looks at it. It’s just another excessive piece of Facebook information. Nonetheless, sometimes you might find a nugget or two.

Awhile ago, I listened to the following six songs, in order. All of them were listed on Facebook in real time, so if anyone was completely bored, they could follow along as I listened. No one did, and why should they? But they might have made some connections if they had checked out the tunes. Here they are, in order:

Hüsker Dü, “Too Far Down”. “If it was so easy to be happy, why am I so down?”

Elliott Smith, “King’s Crossing”. “Give me one good reason not to do it.”

The Notorious B.I.G., “Suicidal Thoughts”. “I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell.”

Sleater-Kinney, “Jumpers”. “Don't push me, I am not ok.”

Billie Holiday, “Gloomy Sunday”. “Let them know that I'm glad to go.”

Everclear, “Santa Monica”. “We can live beside the ocean, leave the fire behind. Swim out past the breakers, watch the world die.”