In a recent post I talked about funeral songs and noted that there were 3 songs that seemed like songs that represented me and my life that may be funeral worthy.
The Second Song of My Life: St. Louis Blues can be less directly applied to my ife than Song #1 I Can't Help Falling in Love. I mean you can't take it as a literal translation for my life. . .starting with my man hasn't left me nor does he have a heart like a rock cast in the sea. (And for this I am deeply grateful.)
However, there are a few direct things about this song that make it fit for me.
The most simple is that I just love the song. I love the blues and hip sway in it. I have versions with harmonica, folk singers with guitar, and veteran blues performers like Etta James. I love them all.
Another fairly direct connection is that my dad's family is from a city south of St. Louis so St. Louis makes me think of my deep love for my now passed grandparents and my much beloved aunts & uncles. I never get to see them enough, it gives me the blues! :)
But mostly my connection with this song is more loosely metaphoric--
The lines I love most. .I hate to see that evening sun go down and Feeling tomorrow like I feel today, I'm gonna pack my bags and make my get away. . . speak to the on-going dual angst in my life--a true Gemini, I y'am, I y'am.
I'm the kind of person who wants to do it all and who has no sense of time--how long things will take. This has a tendency to leave me in a constant state of disappointment--instead of reveling in what I have done, I worry about what I wasn't able to fit in.
And I'm a wanderer. . .finding it hard to settle down. . .
But mostly the metaphor is of the woman with her diamond rings. . . she's not a real woman luring my man away. She's a metaphoric woman luring me to be ever wanting more, and there's a fine line between regrets and aspiring sometimes. . .ain't that what the blues is all about?
February 21st, 2018 My First
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