13/24 - Madonna! - gone (w/gina) / secret
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Actually, i wholly forgot to mention this when i was talking about my occasional ability to play competent solos earlier this hour, but i take a wonderful little solo in the next A-side, and it actually resolves to the right note. Plus, we do great inuitive ad-lib harmony. Plus, it’s Madonna. To make up for all that success all in one hastily recorded song, the B-side is horrendous. Truly awful. You’ll see what i mean in a few minutes…
so close to the picture, to the ideal, that i can feel what it pictures, what it feels like. did you think i would melt down like the ice on the back roof? cause i’m still standing hear, and i’m thinking of spring. i’m alone; high time for a change in the weather. out in the snow there’s no one, no one to talk to. and i see out my back window the roofs with their ice, and i’m wondering: does it mean we have to freeze over. (so we’re close, closer to something than we were yesterday, but i’m feeling the space between us grow deeper. just like the snow it turns up the contrast on our world. and, i’m thinking we need less between us.)
When i’m supposed to be melting down, thinking of spring is me trying to prove that i’m not going to dissolve in her warmth. That was the rationale, at least.
Not to be vain or prideful or narcissistic or any other deadly sinful thing which i actually am, but i do believe this post would mean i am tied for first place on a little thing i like to call POWER BLOGGERS! Fuck yeah. Took goddamned long enough. How i’m leading Tom by four posts i couldn’t even begin to fathom; i think we need a recount.I love you Andre!
The last verse of “So Close” is totally ad-libbed, and i had been trying to get Gina to sing along for about a minute at that point, so that’s why we both descend into giggles at the end. I don’t think she’d ever heard it before, so she was endlessly confused by the changing lyrics to the third verse (the only constant word was ‘contrast”).
“So Close” is from the end of Winter’99, which was just about when Senior Year began to really suck. As the story goes, my highschool was (and is) the best one in the state, yet i was being decidedly rejected from all of my top choice colleges that i had been convinced i’d get into with my school’s name as a calling card even though no one outside of Philadelphia knows what the hell i’m talking about when i mention Masterman. So, anyhow, i was miserable, and the entire Senior class was either ecstatic or as miserable as i was and no one was really in the mood to talk about anything except for college, but none of the miserable people wanted to talk about college to any of the other Seniors because it inevitably made them more suicidal in their college-lust. And there was this girl. But, i’ll be talking about her a little later. I was starting to fall out with her too by this point, and one day it snowed and it was the first day i had off for snow since i moved into my new house, i think. And so this is a snow song, and i do not trickle down at all like the ice on the back roof even when i’m melting away.