These are lame post titles, I know that, but I figure I should make them easily identifiable and consistent at this point. I promise when I’m done there will be one called ”Butter Wrestling”. And if you don’t know what’s going on here, read this and this and this.
Moving on to song #3….
I’m Free – The Soup Dragons
This was a difficult decision for me to include on the program, because I was worried about how it would come across. Wait. I’m getting ahead of myself.
Firstly, this is a cover of a Rolling Stones song. I had no idea until a few weeks before recording the program, while discussing my song choices with a friend and he mentioned it. I promptly looked it up on YouTube, and did not care for it at all (which surprised me exactly zero %). The Soup Dragons’ version I love lots. I think my college roommate Charles (who no longer speaks to me, but that’s a story for a different day) introduced me to it back in the early 90s. It’s fun and funky and makes me want to chair dance (which I’m doing right this second, as I’m listening to it – Ruby is giving me her ‘’What the fuck are you doing?’’ look).
So one day a few years ago I was in a store, possibly in the mall, which is odd because I hate the mall, and I heard I’m Free being played on the store’s soundtrack, which was also odd, because it wasn’t 1994. It made me happy and I probably started bouncing my head or store dancing or something, and then something with the words just clicked:
I’m free to do whatever I want any old time.
That’s deep, man.
I had just split from my husband, and the song was like a revelation: I’m no longer accountable to anyone. And here we can circle back to why I was hesitant to use this song for the program. I didn’t want it to sound like I was at all restricted when I was married, or like it was a controlling relationship, or in any way reflect negatively on my ex-husband. Honestly, it had nothing to do with him – it was about me. I grew up, went to college, had roommates, a live-in boyfriend, a husband – I had never lived by myself or been completely on my own before.
I’m free to do whatever I want any old time.
When I got divorced, it was a delayed coming-of-age time for me. I think most people go through this when they’re younger, but I’ve always been somewhat of a late bloomer. I lived with my dad when we first separated, but eventually I was able to move into my own home and it was fucking awesome. (Couldn’t say that on the radio.) And to be clear, these aren’t crazy things I’m celebrating that I can do now. It’s things like I stopped making my bed every day. When I was married, I got up later than he did, and I made the bed every day. Not because he made me, but because when you’re in a relationship like that, you’re considerate of the other person (hopefully). But I’m kind of lazy and I don’t really care if the bed is made, so I still do it sometimes, but it’s not longer ‘’required’’. I fall asleep with the TV on. I leave dishes in the sink overnight. I let the dog sleep on the bed. BECAUSE I CAN! Did I do some dumb things? Maybe. Did it matter? NO!
After having that light bulb moment in the store, I went home and made a playlist anchored by the Soup Dragons, built upon that ‘’footloose and fancy free’’ theme. It was called Phase 2. Phase 1 had been a playlist of angry songs. It was good to move on.
I’m free to do whatever I want any old time.
Comments on: "Under the Influence – #3" (5)
I can’t leave the house with a bed unmade. My mother asked me, “What if the house caught fire and a fire fighter came in and saw a rumpled bed!!!” I feel the same way about pinning a bra strap: “Suppose you were in an accident and a nurse at the hospital saw you had pinned, instead of sewing, a strap. Wouldn’t you be ashamed?” Some things our mothers do leave indelible prints on our lives. I don’t pin straps and my bed is made before I dress. I CAN’T HELP IT.
HAHAHAHAH! Sometimes I feel a twinge of guilt about the bed, but mostly I find it liberating. You should try it sometime. 😉
Omigawd, now I have to get up from this and go make the bed. And it’s sheet changing day, so it’s not just pull the sheets up and tuck a few things in. Curses on you, you two!
Don’t blame me, blame Grandma! Clearly I’m not the one encouraging bed-making.
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