Tuesday, July 29, 2003

Current Musical Selection: The Cult - Ashes and Ghosts

although i dont care much for the verses; the bridge and the chorus are awesome...

" ashes and ghosts, are all around me... ---and i dont believe in what youre sayin--- no no no no.... ashes and ghosts fill my heart. --cant cast that spell on me --- ashes and ghosts are all around me. you brought the truth and now your fading... youre fake... youre hollow... "

the first time i heard that phrase several years ago, it haunted me. the rest of the music to the song doesnt quite fit that mood; but Dufy and Asterbury were on to it with that riff. its so true. ashes and ghosts are all around me. means alot. i thought about that song line when i was sitting through Holsteins lectures [he tends to repeat himself] on the hebrew word: sheol which is a spirtual state of post-living where people go to die in the hebrew bible. not like heaven as we conceptualize it to be; but more as state of rest and unrest as a lost soul; where the living can still torment you, and your lasting legacy and good intention serve to give you ease. its complicated. but the conception was never really meant to be heaven; more that there was an explanation given for what happens when we die; and it stress that the ashes and ghosts of our elders are all around us; preserving their memory and acts in service prolong their comfort. it makes me think of my sometimes festering paranoia of others may not be completely without base. instead theres another reason for it.

speaking of words to songs... an embarasing one you will all enjoy im sure. i was stumbling around on a two hour tour of Farm and Fleet the other day [i love that store], and as im at the counter they for once have an attractive girl working. this is a first. really. never have i seen a girl under 30 working there that was pretty like her. she was also probably pretty like 15 pretty. but anyhow. as shes running my check through the register, i hear these god damn lyrics on the radio on the store PA:

you are my fire. the one desire, beleive.. when i say, i want it that way. that we are two worlds apart, cant reach to your heart when you say i want it that way.

i start singing along with it. the darkhaired cuties looks up at me and starts laughing. nothing new. beautiful women often laugh at me or give me disgusted faces. i dont realize until i get to the car why she was laughing.

THAT WAS A BACKSTREET BOYS SONG!

ouch. not only is that embarrasing for a 20something male to be singing along to in public... but with my muddclogged workboots and inkstained work pants and Black Sabbath tshirt on... i had more in common with a biker than a Buttside Boy. yeah. you get your laugh for the day, as promised.

i didnt stick around the parking lot long after that. and NO i didnt not finish singing the song.