Phoenix Fights

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



How can anyone who really loves music make a call on this one?!

If I absolutely have to, then today, I think it’s probably ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ by Simon and Garfunkel.

This song was released in 1970 when I was 8 years old.

In those days before anyone saw depression as anything other than a self indulgent weakness, before anyone round my way knew BPD even existed, and before anyone really examined their own, let alone their kids’ emotional health, I know that (a) I was very unhappy and (b) there was something wrong with me and (c) that no one was going to help me.

Then I saw Pan’s People ‘dancing’ on Top of the Pops to this song, and my ears pricked up. I ignored those silly tarts flailing around the stage in bits of chiffon, blocked out all background noise and listened to the lyrics carefully.

It was then that I knew that I was not altogether alone, and somewhere in America, there were others like me.

Well there were probably people like me in the next street, but how was I to know that?

It used to make me cry (much to the amusement of those around me), so it’s ingrained in me to avoid playing it voluntarily, but whenever I happen to hear it, it still makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and a lump come to my throat.

Simple, timeless, heartfelt, beautiful. x



  1. I loved that song very much. But I broke down on film crew after my father had died because someone was playing it in our meal-break, and so it has deeply unhappy connotations for me.
    My favourite I can nominate easily, would you believe ?
    My husband was dying, although I would not admit it: we watched the 2005 Eurovision finals and I ADORED thing song. The next day when I went to work, he took an enormous amount of trouble for a desperately sick man to dub it onto a CD for me so that I could play it on the Walkman he’d bought for me. This song reminds me – if I needed to be reminded – how much my husband loved me, and how well he protected me from what was coming.

  2. Dear Sista, Finally a song I recognise! Yes, I love this one too. I hadn’t thought of it in the context that you write, but on reflection, it is written with the recognition of the troubled waters so many are dealing with. Thank you for this thought.

  3. Ah, Madame, an especially moving post.  Thank you.

    Like everyone’s, this is the favorite at the precise moment of this response:

    Hey, it’s just a fantastic song—Ms. James’ raw power, a nice fat horn section, propulsive tempo, muscular beat.  What more could you want?  Otis Redding’s original is fine listening, but, it cannot touch Ms. James’ pugnacious interpretation.

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