Every Hero Needs A Theme Song…And So Does This Blog!
I’ve had music on the brain a lot lately.
If you read my previous post, you’ll recall I’ve sent a couple of letters out to entertainers on YouTube requesting them to do short dedication clips for my cause here, so it shouldn’t be terribly surprising I was devoting a lot of thought to the subject.
In that same post, I linked the Playmates’ song about the Little Nash Rambler since it struck me that it was a great metaphor for the subject I was dealing with…trying to keep this blog always fresh, moving forward, and increasing its visibility to make sure it was a fun place to visit…not letting it get stuck in second gear, like in the song.
I confess…I’m one of those people that believes deep down that everything in life should be set to music. There…I said it.
Hey, that might not be such a bad thing, if you think about it. Maybe if I hadn’t been a pilot, perhaps I’d have made a good filmmaker.
It could be, on the other hand, that I’m just a creature of my times. Everyone I knew growing up was the same way…we hummed famous theme songs when we were doing stuff to keep the mood, and picked up new material every time we went to the movies.
Jeez, I even remember playing Kenny Loggins’ Danger Zone from a boom box while sitting in the back seat of a Cessna Skyhawk one night while a newly minted pilot flew us around while his instructor, a friend and colleague of mine, supervised from the right seat.
Later, my pilot friends and I constructed adapters to our aviation headsets we ginned up from Radio Shack parts to plug in with our flight gear so we could feed a Walkman into our planes’ audio. I have some lovely memories of zipping through cloud tops at close to 300 miles per hour while the strains of Mozart’s Piano Concerto #22 In E Flat played in the background…truly an exquisite combination.
I never got out of the habit, keeping music to suit my mood on CD handy years later for when I’d take a jaunt in my convertible. I’d play Ron Goodwin aviation marches while driving to and from the airport I worked out of, classical pieces by Mozart, Bach and Handel when motoring through country roads, and even obnoxious WW II German Wehrmacht marches in city traffic to drown out the mindless thumping of other motorists’ alleged ‘music’ they insisted playing at top volume. You think you got rhythm? I got your rhythm right here, pal! Mach schnell, chump!
I remember getting a good laugh (among many) watching Keenan Ivory Wayan’s hilarious movie I’m Gonna Git You Sucka, an awesome spoof on the classic blaxploitation films of the 70s…the scene where Bernie Casey explains the importance of having good theme music handy for every hero has stuck with me:
Still, much as I like good funk, I just don’t think it’s quite my idiom.
It got me wondering…what would be a good theme for me and my little blog here? Something with strong music that mirrors my strong craving to be able to just get on with my life…the ultimate goal of this project, of course. I could add all sorts of other metaphors, but I think you get the idea.
It would have to have fitting lyrics, too, words celebrating freedom, independence, and the joy I’d get from slipping my fetters and escaping the hazards I face now. Nothing overly complicated…but memorable.
In short, something that had me written all over it.
I thought a lot about it, went through song after song on YouTube, but nothing really grabbed me. Nothing stood out as just the right expression of the passion I feel every day when I reflect that yet another day’s gone by forever while I sit in this wheelchair, confined to my home most of the time but even when I get out, confined by the limits of my chair’s batteries, for cryin’ out loud.
I was getting pretty wound up over this without making any headway. I’m at least self aware enough to realize that obsessing over the problem would just get me brain locked in frustration.
It probably sounds stupid to a healthy person, but this can be a real hazard…these days especially, what with the cognitive issues this stupid multiple sclerosis saddles me with. Even trying to think my way through minor issues can be like trying to swim through pudding.
This has happened enough over the last several years that I’ve learned to recognize it, and the way to keep from getting into this vicious circle is to quit trying so hard and turn my attention elsewhere for a while. It’s humbling and frankly rather frightening, since I just can’t rely on my brain to power through obstacles like I did in my healthy days…it always ends up the same way, locked up and mad, with nothing useful to show for my trouble.
Needless to say, as soon as I quit acting like a mule I felt loads better, and my brain, muttering curses under its breath, ducked around the obstacle of gummed up leavings of all the confused, frustrated, angry thoughts I’d put in its way…and found the answer I needed soon after.
I actually woke up from a nap a couple of days later with this music running through my head.
How could I have overlooked this piece? Listen to the whole thing, everything about it suits my longing to escape the box this ridiculous affliction has put me in. Review the lyrics, and if you’ve read anything about me in this blog, I bet you’ll agree that almost every word can perfectly apply to my own perspective. There’s no question in my mind that this is it…there is nothing else out there that can serve as well as this wonderful classic song.
Ladies and gents, I give you The Who: