Anchor by Novo Amor

I first heard the song, Anchor by Novo Amor, as background music to the Taltz skin medication commercials. I recently looked the song up on Youtube to hear the whole thing and was instantly enraptured by the short film that accompanied it. I find it haunting in a very soothing way. The plot is a familiar one that I’ve read many times over in folktales but the visuals of this telling leave me eerily enchanted.

It’s the smiles of the fisherman that strikes me the most. the smile as he’s toweling dry the girl’s hair, anchors me in a way that I can’t quite describe at the moment.

Took the breath from my open mouth,
Never known how it broke me down,
I went in circles somewhere else

 

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range of being

Don’t you see yourself in every picture you love? You feel a radiance wash through you. It’s something you can’t analyze or speak about clearly. What are you doing at that moment? You’re looking at a picture on a wall. That’s all. But it makes you feel alive in the world. It tells you yes, you’re here. And yes, you have a range of being that’s deeper and sweeter than you knew.

~Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

I Can Still Remember

A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, I could make those people dance and maybe they’d be happy for awhile~Don McLean, American Pie

When I was young, my grandmother gave me all of my aunt’s 45 rpm single records. Up until that point, I had been listening to nursery rhyme type songs on my little portable record player. I went from ‘How much is that doggie in the window?’ to Elvis Presley lamenting that his letter kept getting sent back , David Cassidy being afraid of love , Joan Baez teaching me about  the Civil War , or The Animals warning me not to get sent to prison , and many fun  silly songs in between. Soon, my favorite pastime became lip-syncing to the songs as I danced around, trying to reenact the lyrics. I could play a mean fake piano during The Entertainer, as long as I was wearing my grandfather’s old fedora.

Once, when I was with my parents at a picnic, one of my mother’s musician friends was playing his guitar. I immediately recognized the tune to American Pie and I blurted out “I know that song!” He was skeptical, thinking I had just heard it on a commercial or something. But I said “No! I know all the words!” So then shy little me, the one who generally hid behind my mother’s legs, proceeded to sing every single word just to prove him wrong.

I still have most of those RPMs, though I rarely play them anymore. I still sing many of them, while I’m doing mundane tasks like emptying the dishwasher or ironing clothes. I tend to get really into singing them though, which makes my tasks take extra long to do. Oh, well. If you can’t whistle while you work (because I can’t whistle) belt out the words to ‘The Night Chicago Died’ instead! In over dramatic fashion, of course, complete with siren sound effects…

 

Twenty One Pilots: Can’t Help Falling In Love

My daughter lives and breathes Twenty One Pilots. My mother bought her a ukulele for Christmas (the same brand as Tyler Joseph, OMG!) and she plays it daily. So it’s become a ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’ mentality in our house in regards to this band. Not that I need a whole lot of persuading to listen to them, because I do really like their sound all on it’s own.

I ran across this video last night, while falling into the time suck that is YouTube. I not only instantly loved this rendition of Elvis Presley’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ but I like the video too. The part where the crowd sings along brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. I’m so sentimental!

 

you can only know them

For men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they were born, the city apartment or the farm in which they learnt to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives’ tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read, and the God they believed in. It is all these things that have made them what they are and these are things that you can’t come to know by hearsay, you can only know them if you have lived them. You can only know them if you are them. ~W.Somerset Maugham, ‘The Razor’s Edge’