Even if the most of the lines don't go with my story, there's a spirit of this Gillian Welch song, "My First Lover" (link below) that I've been thinking about today. A tall and breezy old lover, I suppose.I love that connection music makes for us. Even if the lyrics don't precisely fit into why you connect to it but there's one line or some thing in a lyric that, when mixed with the music, captures how you feel about a memory. Isn't that the beauty of music? (And also sorta poetry, sometimes.) There's something that resonates, even if you can't articulate it (without deep exploration, and then that might ruin it for you...).
Click here to hear the song.
my first lover
my first lover
he was tall and breezy with his long hair down
but he gets a little hazy when I think of him now
my first lover
my first lover
he was always talking tryin to bring me down
but i was not waiting for a white wedding gown
from my first lover
i do not remember any goin wrong
just a record playin that old steve miller song
quicksilver girl
quicksilver girl
at a surfer party with the whiskey porin
and the bottle rollin i was on the floor
with my first lover
my first lover
i do not remember any fights or fits
just shakey morning after callin it quits
with my first lover
quicksilver girl
quicksilver girl
quicksilver girl ... and she's free