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qosThe music mix in the theater before the showing of Serenity on Saturday included a new recording of "In the Flesh?" from The Wall.
I hadn't heard that song in many, many years.
On Saturday afternoon in the theater I was sitting between the Welshman and Hob, two close male friends with whom I share many years and much history. All three of us are friends, tried and true, but they have a very special connection with each other. Neither have many friends, and in many ways they are quite different from each other, but together they have a bond that is so tight it transforms who they are when they are together.
I first heard The Wall when I was in high school, back in the days when MTV was brand new. I remember the disturbing images of the videos, but what I remember even more keenly was listening to the music in the company of my small circle of friends called The Golden Horde. I would never have listened to The Wall without their influence. I was a Carpenters and Barry Manilow kind of girl. Styx, and "Come Sail Away" was as hard as my music ever got.
But I remember some late night, coming home after a debate tournament, sitting in the back of the school van between T and J -- two close male friends, with whom I was in the early stages of a long and intense history. They were my first and second boyfriends -- and yet they were also best friends (and remained best friends, long after my romances with them were over), even though very different in many some ways, and they had a special bond that transformed them both when they were together. Someone -- probaby T -- had brought along a portable tape player and we were listening to Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall.
It came back to me so powerfully on Saturday, with that song, and the presence of my male friends on either side of me. It was almost eerie. Not quite history repeating itself -- for I have never been romantically involved with either the Welshman or Hob (except as gaming characters) -- but close enough for some powerful resonance.
Twenty years ago, it was. . .
I hadn't heard that song in many, many years.
On Saturday afternoon in the theater I was sitting between the Welshman and Hob, two close male friends with whom I share many years and much history. All three of us are friends, tried and true, but they have a very special connection with each other. Neither have many friends, and in many ways they are quite different from each other, but together they have a bond that is so tight it transforms who they are when they are together.
I first heard The Wall when I was in high school, back in the days when MTV was brand new. I remember the disturbing images of the videos, but what I remember even more keenly was listening to the music in the company of my small circle of friends called The Golden Horde. I would never have listened to The Wall without their influence. I was a Carpenters and Barry Manilow kind of girl. Styx, and "Come Sail Away" was as hard as my music ever got.
But I remember some late night, coming home after a debate tournament, sitting in the back of the school van between T and J -- two close male friends, with whom I was in the early stages of a long and intense history. They were my first and second boyfriends -- and yet they were also best friends (and remained best friends, long after my romances with them were over), even though very different in many some ways, and they had a special bond that transformed them both when they were together. Someone -- probaby T -- had brought along a portable tape player and we were listening to Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall.
It came back to me so powerfully on Saturday, with that song, and the presence of my male friends on either side of me. It was almost eerie. Not quite history repeating itself -- for I have never been romantically involved with either the Welshman or Hob (except as gaming characters) -- but close enough for some powerful resonance.
Twenty years ago, it was. . .
