Last night, I finally began to collect my favourite song lyrics for a binder of them in my room. I thought for a while about the first entry, for a song that I felt should not only be preserved but proliferated. A great song is one that is worth re-singing again and again.
The choice was clear. I choose Gilbert and Sullivan’s “He is an Englishman.”
I haven’t mentioned it, though everybody probably knows it, but I’ve heard a lot of late-90s Sixpence None the Richer between mid-February and now. Not sure if it was a Valentine’s Day phenomenon or how everything from the ’90s is just coming back as whole rather than sequentially. For a long time, I wondered if songs like “There She Goes” (originally by The La’s) and “Kiss Me” would have been strong enough to survive the decades, but I am glad that these gems from my youth have survived and have endured as treasures for a new generation.
Perhaps it’s time that I revisit There She Goes, the first novel that I ever plotted chapters for and gave a soundtrack to back in 2006 but never wrote…
Nah, I’m deep into musings concerning my thirtysomething-lothario-dying-of-a-wasting-disease NaNoWriMo novel.
This oldie was playing at Staples as I was making arrangements to print a hardbound copy of my first masters’ thesis, today. I mentioned it to the staff member who was working with me and she recognized the song too.
What a career! What a talent! #farewellyellowbrickroad
And I was just talking about jumping a jet plane like you can a freight train with my friends Hess and Henly…