Note: My apologies for missing a day, I had not been home long enough to touch a computer. This project will move from being a years worth of blog posts to 365 blog posts total, as daily as is possible. There will be days I miss. And I continue...
Jeff Buckley - I Know We Could Be So Happy (If We Wanted to Be): youtube.com/watch?v=9fJDp9vFoTY
Have you ever considered: When I die, will they play a song at my funeral? What will that song be? Will I have any say in this decision?
First, it doesn’t matter. You’re dead. If your body is lying in a room filled with your loved ones and the sonic experience they decide to share with everyone to encapsulate your life happens to be “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion, it won’t really matter because you’re dead. You won’t really care. Others will be pissed (please, everyone), but not you.
Second, I don’t want a song played at my funeral. There is no one song that captures my life. There is no compilation of songs that captures my life. If anything, I hope all my musical friends get together and play their own songs, put on a big show after the fact just to get together and celebrate the community, each others contribution to musical history.
Third, dismissing everything said above, if there was a compilation of songs to play to capture my life and death, this song would be among them. “Morning Bell” by Radiohead would be there. So would “Fish Heads” by Barnes and Barnes. Strongly, “Story of an Artist” by Daniel Johnston. Even stronger, and probably the ultimate, would be “Sinnerman” by Nina Simone.
But none of that matters, really. I wouldn’t expect anyone to understand why I love these songs so much and their massive significance in understanding me as an individual. But I love these songs and they have a massive significance in understanding me as an individual.
But I guess this project continues to vainly represent that fleeting beauty that all art and life will capture.
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