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Fighting the FEAR, depression and BDP on a daily basis AND making my own bread. Bring it on 2016….

25 DAYS OF SONGS CHALLENGE: DAY 3 – A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF ONE/BOTH OF MY PARENTS

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Oh shit.

This one was always going to be the hardest challenge for a variety of reasons, not least because I can’t use ‘their’ song lest I blow my cover.

The song that goes round and round and round in my head on a loop as it did all those years ago in that over warm nursing home bedroom, waiting for the worst to happen.  That in itself is a story begging to be told, but right now, I just wish it would just fuck off and get the hell out of my ear hole.

Not now.

NO.

Time to choose a less revealing alternative.

But what?

And more to the point, who do I dedicate this to?

Mother?  Maybe Foreigner’s ‘Cold as Ice‘ would fit the bill?

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Father?  Chas & Dave’s ‘Sideboard Song (I’ve got my beer)‘?  Not that he ever stayed in to drink. That might have been a nice compromise as at least we’d have got to see him more…

Nah.  This is no time to be flippant.

Or is it?

Ha!  Inspiration has finally rewarded me with a doozie!

Not that either of my parents ever heard of him, but I think Tom Waits’ ‘Warm Beer, Cold Women’ fits the bill nicely.

The first line goes:

‘Warm beer, cold woman, I just don’t fit in’

Sounds like the perfect epitaph for my long lost childhood methinks.

Plus I love Tom Waits, and my dad always loved honky tonk, jazzy stuff, so he has lucked out here.

My mum and I never really shared the same taste in anything much, let alone music, so she’s just gonna have to put up and shut up in this instance.

Day 3 completed, box ticked, crisis averted, job done.

RIP bitches. x

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11 thoughts on “25 DAYS OF SONGS CHALLENGE: DAY 3 – A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF ONE/BOTH OF MY PARENTS

  1. I LOVE Tom Waits. Much love for this choice Sista. Also this Tag looks cool I might try it myself.
    Gwen

  2. I can associate my beloved father with “O Danny Boy”: I remember him standing in the doorway of the loungeroom (where our piano was) and whistling softly and I played it. My mother ? – no actual song: I associate her only with classical music.

  3. The oldies have a singalong in the hall a couple of doors down from me on Thursday afternoons, and they often warble away at this. ..
    http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=drink+to+me+only+with+thine+eyes&qpvt=drink+to+me+only+with+thine+eyes&FORM=VDRE#view=detail&mid=D0B6510FF07A371CC5CBD0B6510FF07A371CC5CB
    which reminded me how much my dad loved it. (Sorry hou have to go the long way round to get it – don’t know how else to do it.)

  4. NIGHTHAWKS AT THE DINER—ooh, Madame, you are one smooth smoothie. 😉

    And, if you would oblige:

    You’ve got to tell me, brave Madame
    Why are the wicked so strong?

    “CRACKLIN’ ROSIE”, NEIL DIAMOND
    Actually, the entirety of the TAP ROOT MANUSCRIPT album, though, this song remains the most vivid.
    Bizarrely, here is the third consecutive song with dance connotations. Yet, prior to this exercise, if asked, I would have sworn that dancing held a place in my life only one-half step above taxidermy and Anabaptist ritual. Am I really living a life so thoroughly devoid of self- knowledge?
    A few years antedating our “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” era, my sister and I would dance to this number along with our parents, down in the semi-furnished basement of our first house. The song also remained (and, to a lesser degree, remains) part of our father’s humming/whistling/singing repertoire.

  5. Salsa, you say, Madame? What a capital idea!

    And, as soon as you come stateside, that’s the first place we’ll go. 😉

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