Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Yer So Bad”

…I’ve got you to save me
Oh yer so bad, best thing I ever had
In a world gone mad, yer so bad

There is nothing better in a world of madness than being pulled from the darkness by a loved one who shares your perspective, gives Hell a proper can of whoopass, then escapes with you to a place distilled to the essence of what really matters in this life by sharing a damned, good time. You’re not denying all that is wrong; you’re just having a healthy suspension with the perfect partner. Call it crazy sanity, the good kind of bad.

Tom Petty‘s “Yer So Bad” speaks to pulling the veneer off hypocrites and others who want to appear like they have it together but are worse off underneath. Petty has a way of finding just the right words to tell off those who need telling. Conversely, he sure did nail the beauty and value of that loyal, imperfect and bit naughty person in one’s life.

I think “Full Moon Fever” is my favorite Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ album. “Yer So Bad” is on it, as is “Feel a Whole Lot Better.” About a year ago, “Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude” was “Feel a Whole Lot Better.” It was my mantra trying to cleanse us from Trump. Petty’s lyrics are always distilled, and pointed, like Rock and Roll lyrics should. Here are just a few of Petty’s words I relish:

“Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some
Who knows maybe you were kidnapped tied up,
Taken away and held for ransom
Honey, it don’t make no difference to me, baby
Everybody has to fight to be free, you see                                                You don’t have to live like a refugee”

“Good love is hard to find
Good love is hard to find
You got lucky, babe
You got lucky, babe
When i found you”

“”Cause somewhere deep down inside
Someone is saying, Love doesn’t last that long
I got this feelin’ inside night and day
And now I can’t take it no more

Listen honey, can you see?
Baby, you would bury me
If you were in the public eye
Givin’ someone else a try
And you know you better watch your step
Or you’re gonna get hurt yourself
Someone’s gonna tell you lies
Cut you down to size

“Don’t have to be ashamed of the car I drive
I’m just glad to be here, happy to be alive
It don’t matter if you’re by my side
I’m satisfied”

“Well I know what’s right
I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin’ me around
But I’ll stand my ground
And I won’t back down
(I won’t back down)
Hey, baby, there ain’t no easy way out
(I won’t back down)
Hey, I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down”

“Baby even the losers get lucky sometimes.”

Truth, no bull and joy for life. Tom Petty passed this week. He left us so many gems. I miss him. At a time when troubadours and satirists are keeping us sane, it’s even harder not to be able to enjoy what he might still offer. But “I’m satisfied.”

Tom Petty with two of his fellow “Traveling Wilburys,” Roy Orbison and George Harrison. Perhaps they’re playing together again, beyond this place.

 

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Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Gran Vals”

Is anyone else shifting their ways to find peace in this era of the coup? The destruction of our country is unbearable. I feel helpless at times, angry and sad at all times and tired. We’re going to keep mobilizing and fighting but we need pockets of sanity. I have my go-to shows and series to escape and, of course, friends are vital. These weekly, Sunday interludes that began while I did my second April Blog a Day Challenge as a filler for the off day of posts in 2015, but they’ve evolved as another way to reboot for another mud storm from the Nutter and Creep.

There’s just nothing funny about last week. Puerto Rico is a catastrophe. The Administrative response is nothing short of willful neglect. And this, on top of the usual crippling bills crafted by Congress, promoted by that grifting lunatic. So I went to a place in my mind that has been a constant since I was a child. The Como Park Conservatory is a wonderful structure built in 1873 in St. Paul, Minnesota. It’s part of Como Park yet stands alone as a place of constant beauty and bliss, that offers a colorful, warm, humid escape any time of year but especially on a dreary Minnesota winter day. I grew up in St. Paul so Mom and Dad and I spent countless days there. And it remains much the same. Additions to it always compliment the original.

Another constant of the Conservatory is the Spanish guitar music that plays in the background. It’s the same music played since I was a kid. I fell in love with the Spanish guitar there. I am no expert on this music style, but I know how it calms me, lowers my blood pressure. If you linger long enough you just may hear Francisco Tarrega playing “Gran Va;s.”

 

 

Let there be comfort to you and everyone today. My heart sends peace to all creatures suffering. Love will win.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Rainbow Connection”

It’s seems time for a palate cleanse from the lunacy in D.C. I found myself humming this song (in a Kermit-like voice) the other day and it calmed me. I hope it does the same for you. “Rainbow Connection.”

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
Look what it’s done so far

We must have hope. Hope is a happy place.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Nikolina”

Humor me. On my way to work in this Groundhog Day kind of schedule this week, I flipped on KFAI, a great local radio station (even open to amateurs, shout to Dale Connelly). To my surprise the intro to “Nikolina” played and I immediately knew it was a song Mom sang. Now, their version was in Swedish, but the one she sang was in English. And it’s a hoot! It says a lot about Swedish humor and, perhaps, where some of mine originates.

I guess Swedes can be a bit dark. Anyway, it brought back a memory for me I had not recalled in some time. It’s a song that made the US play charts, even though there were no play charts, in 1915. I live in an area where Swedes and Norwegians settled. Yes, we were once the new, funny speaking people.

I don’t know who the DJ was that morning, but your playing “Nikolina” sure brought a smile to the face of this Northern European! Yes, I sang along.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Gimme Some Truth”

This song came to my lips on Thanksgiving morning. Many of us are weary, uncertain, frightened. Many who were duped by an A-1 grifter will soon be singing the same song. It’s John Lennon’s “Gimme Some Truth,” from Imagine. Forgive me for posting two Lennon songs form the same album two weeks in a row, but they bring me back to a time Mom and I listened to the album and the words fit so well today.  Plus, it’s Lennon, so no apology needed. It’s a song to comfort and activate.

Between the senseless blather from social media defending the bigoted sexual assailant, double-speak justifications for same from self-proclaimed Christians and propaganda so deep there is no hope to reach, it’s intolerable for those with any morality or world view.

“I’m sick and tired of hearing things from uptight, short sided, narrow-minded hypocritics…I’m sick to death of seeing things from tight-lipped condescending mama’s little chauvinists.. All I want is the truth, just give me some truth.”

Yes, I am still angry. I’m still angry from W so this will continue.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “It’s Oh So Quiet”

When I want to be really loud, this is the loud I want to be! Bjork’s “It’s Oh So Quiet” thrills me. I hope you can relate to being hit out of the blue by passion, like this song describes. It also speaks to the short-lived reality of that thrill and its tendency to get you again and again.

If you haven’t seen the movie “Happy, Texas,” this song is the punctuation to the last scene. It’s a 1999 comedy directed by Mark Illsley, and stars Steve Zahn, ,Jeremy Northam, William H. Macy and Illeana Douglas. A small Texas town with sweet innocents surround two scammers faking that they’re little girl pageant planners. Put it on your list.

Now, here’s Bjork!

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Come Monday”

The first time I ever heard this song was decades after its 1974 release. It came on the radio right when I was breaking up with a guy who left for Labor Day weekend to clear his head. Needless to say the words in the song made me weep. It was one of those times when you think a song was written just for you and for this very moment. I still love the song. Him, not so much.

Jimmy Buffett’s “Come Monday” has a bittersweet melody with the longing lyrics to match. The Parrot Heads will appreciate Buffett’s intro describing the making of his video. Come Monday, it’ll be all right. Happy Labor Day weekend!

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Coin Operated Boy”

I almost don’t want to taint this deliciously quirky song with my editorial. I don’t think there’s a hetero woman out there who hasn’t wished either her man could be around just when she wished, doing what she wished or wished there was man out there like a coin-operated boy. A song about those natural frustrations in our relationships, it’s The Dresden Dolls.

Your Weekly Sunday Interlude: “Polyester Bride”

Liz Phair’s song “Polyester Bride” is deep, funny and inspiring. Its images and words can cut deep but sometimes harsh is necessary. Women can “settle” and extinguish their fire for a guy. Far too many times, I have seen a woman, even a friend, who fits this song. There’s nothing really wrong with dressing in polyester to get married, but the metaphor congers up an image of inauthenticity.

So she’s discussing her disappointment in the men in her life to a bartender who seems to like her enough to give her free drinks and compliments. And, like a good bartender, he gives her some solid advice.

This song comes on and I am in a good mood the rest of the day. It’s clever and has a great melody. But the words remind me not to settle, to relish my freedom and kiss the ground I was never a polyester bride waiting for alligator cowboys boots they just put on sale.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Nightswimming”

Well gee, it’s that time of year. Whether you ever hopped pools as a kid or not (I was too well-behaved), the innocence drawn by R.E.M.’s lyrics and lazy melody will take you back to that time in your life. And August brings a melancholy with a new school year looming and freedom coming to an end again.

I have to smile recalling those first years when someone had a license and we’d drive around, thinking we were being bad when we were just being kids with cars. And insecurities, and fears, and innocence, and promise came together in a simple beauty.