Thursday, June 16, 2005
Still Sick, but Hope-full
I came home from school shivering and aching. Sleep and much tea have helped (and ibprofen).
It's strange how just listening to a favorite cd, one which I know by heart, can relax me and make feel that it will all come right soon. Currently on is "Bareface" by my ever-favorite musician, Aaron Sprinkle. I started listening to him when I was about 11, as that was when Seth started, and he used to play "The Kindest Days" and "Moontraveler" in the car on the way home from our homeschool co-op in Redmond. So I learned those songs (to the annoyance of Seth) and sang them loudly in the backseat, completely misunderstanding and/or misinterpreting the lyrics. By the experienced maturity of 13, however, I liked his music for itself, not simply because I knew it all so well. His sometimes abstract lyrics were my supposed model for all the sappy love songs I wrote them. Now it's his concreteness that I admire- "buying groceries in the dark" "Look up at the floral patterned curtains" "You can't change the speed of sound, the rate of age." I have ceased trying to imitate him in all the sappy love songs I write now, because I shouldn't be a second-rate version of someone else. But I hope that one day I could write something as restful (and non-sappy) as my favorite song "No Reason to Pretend." And having seen him, sadly, only once, I can only say 'Aaron, play some all-age shows under $15 for goodness sake!!'
It's strange how just listening to a favorite cd, one which I know by heart, can relax me and make feel that it will all come right soon. Currently on is "Bareface" by my ever-favorite musician, Aaron Sprinkle. I started listening to him when I was about 11, as that was when Seth started, and he used to play "The Kindest Days" and "Moontraveler" in the car on the way home from our homeschool co-op in Redmond. So I learned those songs (to the annoyance of Seth) and sang them loudly in the backseat, completely misunderstanding and/or misinterpreting the lyrics. By the experienced maturity of 13, however, I liked his music for itself, not simply because I knew it all so well. His sometimes abstract lyrics were my supposed model for all the sappy love songs I wrote them. Now it's his concreteness that I admire- "buying groceries in the dark" "Look up at the floral patterned curtains" "You can't change the speed of sound, the rate of age." I have ceased trying to imitate him in all the sappy love songs I write now, because I shouldn't be a second-rate version of someone else. But I hope that one day I could write something as restful (and non-sappy) as my favorite song "No Reason to Pretend." And having seen him, sadly, only once, I can only say 'Aaron, play some all-age shows under $15 for goodness sake!!'
