Friday, July 04, 2008

The Beanbag Chronicles

Welcome to the Beanbag Chronicles:





These were the songs that eased a pimply faced, greasy feathered haired, desert shoe wearing, freckled and bespectacled, hormone raging pre-teenager sitting in my bean bag chair, with my big clunky head phones on, basking in the glow of my lava lamp and multiple candles dripping on old Chianti bottles that my parents threw away.

As with most 7th and 8th graders who start to become sexually aware of "things", Mother Nature plays a nasty trick on you and decides to turn you into the most revolting creature on earth!

I turned to music and clung to the tunes that I thought must have been written by people who could have read my mind and knew exactly what kind of torment I was going through.

This week’s song is Diary, by Bread.

I still tear up when I hear this song sometimes.

The premise is basically – this guy reads this girls diary (why he was reading it in the first place is a conversation for another time), so he thinks that she’s really got the hots for him, only to find out that she likes someone else.

Here are some of the lyrics in case you aren’t familiar with the song:

I found her diary underneath a tree,
And started reading about me.
The words began to stick and tears to flow
Her meaning now was clear to see.
The love she'd waited for
Was someone else not me.

How many of us felt his pain?

Ohhhhhhh, the humanity!



You gotta love the synthesized guitar in the background that kind of goes: beeeewwweeerreeerrr, boooowweeerrrreeerrrr.

Happy 4th all! Hope you get to see some fireworks!

4 comments:

dive said...

Sigh … A classic weepy.
Thanks for this, Shazza.

Have a great fourth of July!

Shazza said...

Thanks Dive...enjoy your weekend!

The Village Carpenter said...

He has a lovely voice. David Gates, right?

Shazza said...

Yes, that is correct VC- it is David Gates.