for my best friend, kate

born to run (bruce springsteen cover) ~ adam green

born to run (video) ~ adam green

"someday girl
i dont know when were gonna get to that place,
where we really want to go,
and well walk in the sun.

but till then...
tramps like us,
baby we were born to run."

polka dots fill my eyes

"what you gonna do katie?
you're a sweet, sweet girl,
but it's a cruel, cruel world,
a cruel, cruel world."

happy birthday, kate. and a very happy first day in the next new year of your life. paint brushes and magic wands, pixie dust and healing potions, and all the hope in the universe i wish to you. i hope this is your best year yet. you can make this year anything you want it to be. i believe in you, always always always.

i love you always.

don't you wish you never, never met her

the prologue from the 33 1/3 book rid of me: a story by kate schatzit might be a bit long, but damn, i so get what she means. i find myself sitting here wondering what album i would choose, what it would say/sing to me, and what characters it would spark to life.

***

there's a thing that happens.

you love an album. you get into it - listening over and over, taking in every sound, beat, shift and phrase. you sing along, memorize the silence between each song. you absorb it, you feel it.and it gets into you.

and it gets into you.

a great album tells a story, whether explicit and linear or subtle and discrete. and when you love that album, when it's gotten inside of you and you know the characters, landscapes, lyrics, and rhythms, there's another thing that happens: it becomes yours. you own it, you have a relationship with it. you know each other. it's your music, they're your stories - you become free to put meaning here, add interpretation there, and decide exactly what it's all about (then change your mind with each listen). it's mutual and consensual and very, very private.

and then sometimes you make it public. the album's narrative begets new narratives and you want to share that somehow, let these expanded possibilities be known. a declaration of adoration, a kind of self-serving homage. maybe it takes the form of a cover song, freely or closely interpreted. or the written word: a critical essay, a trenchant article, a dissertation.

but you're not a musician or a critic - you're a fiction writer who loves music, who loves stories. the potential within each song, each lyric. and there's one album that stands out, that you can't shake, that you find as fascinating now as you did when it came out, in 1993, and you were a swoony daydreamy teenager mesmerized by the music's anger, its beauty, its dark and twisted humor. raw guitars, crashing drums, love-wrecked lyrics telling stories of betrayal, revenge, isolation, sex. the seduction, the violence, those moans and howls. that voice. it was a whole other world.

you love what pj harvey's rid of me did then, what it still does, what it can do. so you embark on an experiment. you reenter it, once again listening over and over, sometimes just one song on repeat for hours. you get into it and it gets right back into you. characters, lyrics and landscapes. moods and tones and those feelings. you begin writing. with each song, to each song, from each song. around and near and under and then, at some point, it takes a shape. characters emerge. these two women. these woods. chapters like songs, book like an album. it becomes a new story, years of listening spiraled out into new words and meanings.

this is the book.

it's not about rid of me - it's because of it.

***

and the next chapter is called this:

rid of me (live) ~ pj harvey

thank you so much, jenn. i had not heard of this one, although i've read other 33 1/3 books - but none like this one. the idea of a fiction written out of an album. damn. yeah, i am going to devour this, i'm sure of it.

for ruby

keep art alive; art by mark ryden

meet me at the railroad bar: we love you, ruby mix

everything i've got in my pocket ~ minnie driver

anybody else but you ~ the moldy peaches

with arms outstretched ~ rilo kiley

if you want me ~ glen hansard & markete irglova

say it to me now ~ glen hansard

blue angel ~ antony & the johnsons

for lovers ~ wolfman, featuring peter doherty

you talk ~ babyshambles

tiny dancer ~ elton john

brass in pocket ~ the pretenders

the fear you won't fall ~ joshua radin

blue eyes ~ cary brothers

catapult ~ counting crows

joey ~ concrete blonde

my love for you is real (live) ~ ryan adams

love me like you ~ the magic numbers

true blue ~ bright eyes

ruby, don't take your love to town ~ the killers

ruby adeline ~ minnie driver

15 ~ rilo kiley

ruby mix ~ zipped