Posted - 03/08/2009 03:06am
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March 2009
Sonoma, California...
I am in a particular mood. I think of it as my Roy Orbison mood when nothing but the real thing will do. It's a pared to the core, unvarnished disposition on a night imbued by a melancholy customary to pool halls in anyplace, USA. You know, the kind of place where no one really talks much to anyone else and all that's needed for balm is a drink, a pool cue, a quarter for the jukebox, and a cigarette smoldering somewhere real close....
The kind of place my husband, in the early days, would walk into with his lean frame, thin mustache and cowboy boots to "run" the pool table.
It's one of those nights when I wish I had a Dunhill Red cigarette and that slim gold lighter I left behind in one haze or another a memory ago. And just exactly the kind of night when a sighing put to melody is the only remedy I set store by. A particular mood. I guess that's why they call it the blues....
I play my jukebox favourites, beginning with Roy Orbison's "Only The Lonely," followed by "Blue Angel" and "In Dreams." And that's with the first quarter....
Dum-dum-dum-dumdy-doo-wah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-wah
Only the lonely
Only the lonely (dum-dum-dum-dumdy-doo-wah)
Know the way I feel tonight (ooh-yay-yay-yay-yeah)
Only the lonely (dum-dum-dum-dumdy-doo-wah)
Know this feelin ain't right (dum-dum-dum-dumdy-doo-wah)
Hard to believe, I know; but I am not looking around for dialogue tonight. Not when I'm in my Roy Orbison mood. I'm all talked out. Didn't I mention it? What am I doing here, you ask? I've gone silent and come without words of my own, so I thought I'd stop in to hear someone else say it for me. No, not looking for company either...just some words to soothe frayed edges.
"She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket."
"This car sticks out like spats at an Iowa picnic."
"To hell with polite drinking."
"It was one of those transient motels, something between a fleabag & a dive."
"I didn't mean to be."
Sometimes a girl just doesn't want to talk. Sometimes she just wants to disappear into Roy Orbison's world of heart, heartache and hurt, where the words are easy to get and delivered straight. He knew a heartache or two along the way. I know I have. Haven't you? I think he sang it for all of us who stepped into it deep....
There goes my heart
They're gone forever
So far apart
But only the lonely
Know why
I cry
Only the lonely
Dum-dum-dum-dumdy-doo-wah
Ooh-yay-yay-yay-yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-wah
Only the lonely
Only the lonely
Know the heartaches I've been through
Only the lonely
Know I cried and cried for you
No more sorrow
But that's the chance - you gotta take
If your lonely heart breaks
Only the lonely
Dum-dum-dum-dumdy-doo-wah
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An overwhelming amount of creative writing here -- I have a huge hill to climb. See you Saturday xo ginny
(note: reference to "Sultans of Soul" Retreat Writing Workshop on 03/21/09)
Anya, You have an amazing talent for capturing a mood. I always see the images, and feel it all.
MAGNIFIQUE ANYA WILLI SEHR GUT. GUTEN NACHT. ICH LIEBE DIE MUSIK. ICH LIEBE DEAN MARTIN.....
Anya,
I appreciate that Roy Orbison was on the Atelier pieces list. I feel so connected to your writing and thank you. "Just some words to sooth the frayed edges" The Adult cries so long and hard... finding that on the other side of the emotion... is the Child waiting to get out and play. Perhaps the Tears are the River of Life and the Child is the Navigator. Janny 8 8 09 Saturday afternoon
Bless you, my Love. It makes you feel so close to read your thoughts. Your mother has a wonderful daughter. Alas, our individual lives are fatal and yet, maybe that makes it just that much sweeter. to you and your writing, M