wonder what he knows…
I stayed up late last night. I was listening to old songs on YouTube. Burt Bacharach & Dionne Warwick- [Alfie, House is Not a Home], the Fifth Dimension [One less bell to answer], Elvis, and almost everyone who did Crazy Love, including Rod Steward and Aaron Neville.
In the mid 90’s, when I first saw the Robbie Williams’ Angel video for some reason I thought of Gene. Probably because I thought he looked like the short haired cadet. I did not even know who Gene was. Every time I see this artist [Williams] I stop to see what he is up to. He still reminds me of Gene.
Lately I have been thinking about the first Gulf War. The onset of that war started a year after my father died [12.6.89– Gulf War 01.00,91] and I was very worried for us [the US]. I was unsure why we were in this conflict. I can still remember what I was doing when I heard it had started. I was on New York Ave. in Washington– having just left my office in Crystal City, Va on my way to my place in Bowie, MD and listening to the radio. Larry King used to have a radio show. I used to listen to the details of the war.
The first Gulf War– seemed to snap me out of the sadness over my father and I could not seem to get enough details about this conflict. I had watched the build up the previous fall– noted all of the young people who were risking their lives for something I was unclear about– and I was worried.
I remember watching the SuperBowl with a boyfriend and seeing Whitney and the F16s– another video I watched last night. I found another video by Whitney– Battle Hymn of the Republic in which she was entertaining US service men. I watched the audience and wandered where my Pentagon was. Why am I mired in filth when I used to know the crowd enjoying her rendition of her cousin’s [Warwick] song.
I remember seeing Bette Midler do “From a Distance”. There must have been a good reason we were risking our kids lives and I was hell bent on finding it. Keep in mind– being a military brat– and moving around a lot when I was child– kept me from the normal deaths that most humans face over a lifetime. My father was the first person I knew to die.
I remember driving to work every morning and listening to Roberta Flack & Maxi Priest– set the night to music, or “Peace in Our Time” by Jennifer Holliday. I kept looking for why– we were at war.
Today– I am trying to figure out who the hell this filth is– in my country. I do not owe this filth. I need a mission that is good. A piece of trash with an ego problem? I did not lose the full use of my arm and so much more– for a pus–sie and his whore. Give me the reason.
I have always liked this song– by most artists.
I keep asking why:
Crazy Love— Most of the time — I like the soul versions of songs– but for some reason– I like the raspy voice of Stewart or the Irish song writer Van Morrison better for this song– not sure why.
Samples I stayed up long after midnight listening to. Why does Robbie look so sad and angry all at the same time?
Me– why do I look sad and angry at the same time? Pentagon I do not owe this filth. Sorry.