- “Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did.” – Rocket Man by Elton John
Music moves me to extremes; allows me to explore my deepest sorrows, my most audacious dreams and joys and create characters from these places. Music transforms my mind to another place and time. I love classic rock-n-roll when I’m writing about life in the 70’s, Motown for the 60’s. I also incorporate music into my food design. Depending on what I’m cooking, my music is set to match the memories, time and sentiment of a dish.
Elton John’s “Rocket Man,” plunges me deep into a sorrowful place where I lay suspended over a well of burgeoning emotions of pain and regret. Just when I think I might drown, the bridge in this song allows me to release the pain, and soar free. The first two stanzas and the line, “I miss the Earth, I miss my wife,” conjure up those feelings I got when I knew I wasn’t a perfect mother, I knew the choices I made had terrible consequences and I knew there was no turning back -only turning forward and facing all of my fears. For that reason, My daughters Emma and Gigi come to mind and soul when I hear this song. Any tears I cry while listening to this song are for them. The pain I feel is for them.
It’s a pain I want to revisit and revive from, over and over again -because I never want to forget. I never want to repeat the same mistake. The phrase, “I think it’s gonna be a long, long time,” gives me the permission I need to just let go, and feel every single corner of those pockets of sadness, to really grieve and to whole-heartedly accept the process, knowing this too shall pass.
Thank you Elton John and Bernie Taupin for such an amazing song with poignant lyrics.
- Weekly Writing Challenge: Moved by Music (dailypost.wordpress.com)