Saturday, September 09, 2006

a whiter shade of pale

procul harum

We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more . . .



watching isle of wright festival footage from this year and it had the, or ok, some of the original band members playing this song
just have such vivid vivid memories of this song.

8th grade graduation. the saab. it was just me, mam, and dad, babysitter with the rest. and i remember getting into the back of that car and the backseat speakers were always so loud

aoife timoney always teased me about the one time da drove me and her to a cross-country meet and she sat in the back of the saab and of course the windows were down
u2 blaring and

well in the backseat you couldnt here much else beyond music
aoife your dad is so cool
just how i'd imagine an irish dad would be

so in the backseat after the graduation ceremony i was troubled by~


She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'. .
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed



then the parents said something really meaningful and true in the christ the king parking lot. and we went to atomic. my first time at atomic cafe.
if i'd known then about the amount of time i'd end up spending there . . . but i remember the decor and loving it (linda and philpot-so remember those fish). and the chocolate dessert . .
so thats what i think of when i hear 'whiter shade of pale'
one of the many reasons i adore music. what a couple notes can reduce ya too

in a strange situation. im not quite myself. but my brother really isnt. himself. ive been hiding in my room for a while. i came home to this mad anger.
theres justified anger and well
now he's screaming just outside my room.

ever see the house on haunted hill? the original black and white film?
what makes that film ten times scarier than the updated catherine zeta-jones version is that it shows something im terrified of
how scary is it to find yourself almost losing it?
in my mind what makes the older movie version so much better

theres no distracting soundtrack or cgi,
nothing to watch but a woman losing her mind.

and that is so frightening
how many steps are any of us from the edge?
you know. there's days when you get almost there.

i hear so much stuff being broken . . . oh brother
a whiter shade of pale

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