Lying and Forgiveness

So much of the music I enjoy could be summarized as “Frack you, I rule.” Or “I rule, Let’s frack.” But there are some songs that touch on forgiveness and understanding.
Here’s one from First Aid Kit

Emmylou

Oh the bitter winds are coming in
And I’m already missing the summer
Stockholm’s cold but I’ve been told
I was born to endure this kind of weather
When it’s you I find like a ghost in my mind
I am defeated and I gladly wear the crown

I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

Now so much I know that things just don’t grow
If you don’t blessed them with your patience
And I’ve been there before I held up the door
For every stranger with a promise

But I’m holding back, that’s the strength that I lack
Every morning keeps returning at my window
And it brings me to you and I won’t just pass through
But I’m not asking for a storm

I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

And yes I might have lied to you
You wouldn’t benefit from knowing of the truth
I was frightened but I held fast
I need you now at long last

I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
Just sing little darling, sing with me

And from the wonderful Patty Griffin (with Emmylou Harris helping)

Little Fire

My friend, come stand beside me
Lately, I’m feeling so lost
A flood came and washed the stones of the path away
And a hot sun turned the mud to dust

Calling the sheep in for the evening
There’s a voice, calls above the howling wind
It says comes rest beside my little fire
We’ll ride out the storm that’s coming in

My friend, you know me and my family
You’ve seen us wandering through these times
You’ve seen us in weakness and in power
You’ve seen us forgetful and unkind

All that I want is one who knows me
A kind hand on my face when I weep
And I’d give back these things I know are meaningless
For a little fire beside me when I sleep

All that I want is one who knows me
A kind hand on my face when I weep
And I’d give back these things I know are meaningless
For a little fire beside me when I sleep

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Be kind and forgiving to the people you meet. As Longfellow wrote
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not;
and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”

If you’re lucky, life is long. And you’ll be grateful for the folks who treat you kindly when you are least deserving.

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Now That’s A Good Line

From the short story The Only Tricks We Know over at Joyland.

“This goddamn curse wasn’t gradual, I said. It came out of nowhere. Like happy thirteenth birthday, you’ve hit puberty so now you get to be a freak.”

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All Are Equal in Death

A cemetery in Brooklyn, Most Holy Trinity Cemetery, where stone monuments were outlawed by the German Catholic Most Holy Trinity Church. The thinking was that rich and poor alike should have similar markers – markers that were subject to decay.

From Atlas Obscuraimage.

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Rome’s Skeletal Sculptures

Atlas Obscura has a great set of photos of skeletons in reliefs, sculptures and on tombs. Go check it out.
not proud

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Speaking of Which…

Some of the songs inspired by the women mentioned in the previous post:

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

Layla

You need to play that again, louder.

Pattie tells her story:

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

Sister Morphine – Marianne co-wrote this.

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Star Star

Here’s a long essay on memoirs from the wives and girlfriends of Rock Stars. My favorite is Pammy’s I’m With The Band. I enjoyed it so much when it came out.

After reading the article, I’m interested in Pattie Boyd’s memoir as well. A muse to more than one rock star, and an interesting person herself.
And from this, Marianne Faithfull‘s.
Faithfull, Marianne (2009)aAnd the story Marianne Faithfull tells of Dylan trying to seduce her – getting the details wrong and misrepresenting what happened and what Marianne Faithfull said – got that douche Jonah Lehrer exposed as a liar.

And, though I like Bob Dylan, I didn’t know the name of the woman on the cover of The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan (Suze Rotolo) – sounds like she might have had her head on straightest of all.
Suze_Rotolo-6034

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An Odd Day…

I spent a couple of hours in the living room reading Ulysses, waiting for anyone to show up for the Open House. Just a couple of realtor friends of our realtor. It was good to be forced to sit and read. I don’t know why that seems a requirement for Mr. Joyce (just finished The Wandering Rocks chapter and the talk about Poldy and Molly). I’m already planning on the re-reading and the Getting Of More References. It’s good to have DuckDuckGo (instead of google) and be able to search for the bad event that occurred in the US on June 15, 1904 – the day before Bloomsday.

And I figured out that my actual code was meeting the assignment for Programming Assignment 2 of “The R Programming Language” but I wasn’t testing my code properly. Which indicated I didn’t understand things for a while. It’s an unfamiliar feeling to do something right and not be able to recognize that. Annoying.

And I completed some required testing and writing for an on-line math teaching job: the most entertaining challenge was to explain why long division works. I didn’t think anyone was taught long division anymore – at least, few of my students seemed to be willing to do it.

Programming assignments often make me think of Ted Kaczynski, I’m sure it is because he targeted David Gelertner, a seriously brilliant guy who should be remembered for more than just being a sociopath’s target.

But, at any case, programming and Ted K. always make me think of this Soundgarden song. It should be played loud.

As if there’s any other way to listen to Soundgarden.

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