So, I said a little prayer this morning, "Hey Dee Dee Ramone! Can you hear me?! Winter is killing me - thank you, wherever your soul may be, for your funny, inspired, humble brilliance."
A day's worth of errands, responsibility, over-load, etc., DONE. I'm left with only MUSIC, forming strange word-sculptures and flickers of scenery, other than my current view, DC's "snow tomb" and the nightly news of the weird (CNN). Nope, I'll pass on the winter wonderland and ever depressing (ever mind boggling) current events and scribble a bit about the man, Mr. Douglas Glenn Colvin, because he wrote a heap of it.
I knew it would be "a day", so I put some songs together in a playlist before I left the house. My tongue-in-cheek title seemed fitting this morning, thank goodness I forgot that stuff for now. The "End of The World, Mix 1", opens with Dee Dee's "girlfriend's crying in a shower stall" image because much earlier, it is there that I wanted to stay.
"Chinese Rocks" went into the number one slot and the "mood" just rolls down hill so to speak, to the lovely, lucky track #13, the pessimistic aural satin bow of Johnny Thunders' version of "Eve of Destruction". In the middle, a variety of my favorites sing songs of loss, lack, bedevilment, etc. (The Dead Boy's "Down in Flames", The Damned "I Just Can't Be Happy Today", The Fall's "Mr. Pharmacist", D Gen's "Helpless", etc.) This mix just plain rocks!
I'm on my way to the point, really... and no, it's not about how good I can string songs together on the iPod or the tragic, compulsive use of heroin! It's about the absolutely POTENT power of song... I didn't really know what to expect when I was 12, but almost 30 years later, the line, "Say hey-hey-hey is Dee Dee home?", or Arty... or Johnny or whomever... still cracks me up and I sing along every time, even when I'm feeling snarky.
I guess I should shut this down, but tonight I'll go on paper saying..."Chinese Rocks" [written by Dee Dee (w/R. Hell)], is still one of my favorite songs, I never shuffle it. Every time it triggers the memory of the first time I heard it. The Ramones' vinyl "End Of The Century", was one of my most prized possessions in 1980 - however, the version of the song doesn't really matter, be it The Heartbreakers , The Ramones, or just the "Johnny" version. The song zips me back in seconds, to my pink, ruffly, 12 year old bedroom and the records, including that Ramones album, that started.... this. I needed to take that "trip" today.