…Like a long goodbye……
That most cherished and reviled of days on the calendar, Valentine’s Day, is almost here. For we reflective types, V-day invariably goads us to take stock of our “love lives.” This, for me, is a stroll through beautiful, thorny roses: Not all pleasure, not all pain. It’s mostly just confusing, which is why I go back and forth on whether “taking stock” is even worth a damn. Why not just toss it in the fuck-it bucket and wait for Spring, right?
But sometime music MAKES you take that walk and I love music for that. It’s like a guided tour through your own thoughts or a really quick, cheap therapy session. The song “Nashville” by David Mead is one of those, for me.
You know the part toward the end of every rom-com where the beleaguered hero makes a last, desperate play for his love’s heart, extols his virtues, admits his vices and shows how well he knows her in little ways only a true love would notice? Well, this song takes place on the car ride home after our plucky hero has been mercilessly shut down. Hand. Face. Peace.
So he’s wondering if he’s leaving his true happiness in the rear-view. He wonders if he was only wreaking havoc in her life, the bad guy she needed saving from all along. He’ll never know.
So often we have to be okay with not knowing the answers. Sometimes it’s enough to know we aren’t the only ones asking the questions. Listen here.
David Mead - “Nashville” http://youtu.be/nEGM3pOf_yc
