Don MacLean’s “American Pie” is one of those epic tunes that attempts to SAY SOMETHING, and I think he pulled it off quite nicely. Thee lyrics are memorable enough that I can be reasonably confident I can quote many of them without resorting to looking ‘em up on thee innerwebs, as I’ll attempt to do right below this sentence:
I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away.
The song refers to ‘the day the music died’ - which I think references the death of Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper in a plane crash? I saw “The Buddy Holly Story,” of course - and even had the 8-track, but ‘twas decades ago.
Music can astral project us back in time and space, and ‘tis often rather powerful. For MumZilla, “American Pie” has special significance because ‘twas popular ‘round the time her own mum - GrandMumZilla - shot and killed herself. ‘Twas around this time of the year, actually - and Yeeesh, ‘twas not egggzactly the best Easter ever.
So MumZilla had loved the tune, but since then I don’t think she’s ever been able to listen to it in its entirely - certainly not by choice, because she used to change the radio station when it came on, or turn off the radio and wait for it to end - ‘tis eight minutes long.
But for moi, the song doesn’t quite have the same significance, and I can still enjoy it e’en though it brings back a few memories - Steely Dan’s “Reeling in the Years” was also popular ‘round that time if moi memory isn’t playing tricks, which is does oftentimes, especially getting older and having more to remember - and I’ve ne’er been great at linear thinking anywoh.
Anywho, for whatevs reasons I seem to be getting reminders, remembrances, and rememories about GrandMumZilla lately - she worked as a sort of Rosie the Riveter during WWII, and as you might’ve heard, they were recently recognized for their service by the U.S. government. And I might’ve mentioned that I’d dropped moi newest mp3 in the waters of Lake Tahoe, so I was using moi older mp3 which had “American Pie” on one of the playlists, gists.
And I’d gotten into a weirdo argument with someone about suicide, ‘cuz their stance was that ‘twas the most selfish thing anyone can do and how dare they kill themself, elf? Of course, they’d no clue that I was well-armed, because having a relative who killed themself gives someone suicide cred - and especially a grandmother! So moi take, which I borrowed from MumZilla, is that GrandMumZilla was one of the more selfless folks around, though she suffered from depression much of her life. Some brainiac said to MumZilla at her funeral: we had no idea she was so depressed, she was the one who listened to all our problems.
MumZilla’s response was: maybe that’s why she killed herself.
Yah, there’s nothing inherently funny about suicide, but there’s such a razor-thin line between comedy and tragedy that ‘tis hard to tell the difference if one’s sensibilities are such that one finds comedic fodder in rather dark situations. The great Dolly Parton once said ‘tis easier to laugh than to cry, and I think she might have a point - although ‘tisn’t always easy to laugh, is it?
Omigosh, someone also told MumZilla that folks who kill themselves don’t go to Heaven. Which doesn’t seem like much of a loss given that there’s an implication that Heaven allows folks in who say such idiotic stuff. And it seems that the more ill-informed someone is on a topic such as suicide are all too eager to share their myopic, reactionary, and simplistic opinions - even though nobody asked ‘em.
Then there was that author who once said that suicide is the ultimate last word. Which is accurate for those who view relationships as a score keeping enterprise in which whoever gets the last word wins. OK, I tend to be the type who wants the last word - even in phone conversations I’ll say goodbye multiple times in order to get the last word, and a friend of mine does the same thing, so we often spend hours saying goodbye, so long, I’ll listen to you later, take care, okay well I’ll talk to you later, TTFN, thanks for FINALLY calling me back snobbo, give my best to everyone. And sometimes in blogland I’ll keep commenting on folks responses to moi comments on their blogs just to get the last word, but then remind moiself ‘tis their blog and not moi own. But it kinda kills moi to let someone else have the last word.
Oh, but I was trying to make a point that getting the last word shouldn’t be all that important in the long haul - although I guess I can’t hold moiself up as a shining egggzample of how to roll.
Anywhatev: perhaps some folks kill themselves in order to get the last word, or for spite - but from what I know about GrandMumZilla this wasn’t the case.
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Oh, and apparently folks mean well when they say that the reason folks kill themselves is ‘cuz they’re weak. Omigosh, donut e’en get moi started on folks who use monocausal analysis and reasoning, ugh. Oh hai, I try to be tolerant and understanding of folks with limited brain skills, but so often ‘tis an epic fail on moi part, heart. Suffice to say as I all too often say, ‘tis often the case that what folks say says more about them than revealing an essential reality, oui.
Here’s an alternate take of thee above video - it’s eggzactly thee same but with different effects: http://youtu.be/LRsOTtjXnJk