Sometimes I wish I had a smaller yard. I've been raking leaves in between bouts of
snow. It hasn't been enough snow to
count, but enough to convince me that leaf raking can be put off for another
day (like in April). I listen to the
swish, swish, swish of the rake through the leaves and think of this little
story about snow in China by Jim Croce.
Anthony Arya recently sang Croce's "Operator" on
the singing competition show "The Voice", which you can see here. He's a cute boy, and he sang it
well even though he didn't even know what an operator was and I just don't
believe his heart has ever been broken.
Somehow the song isn't the same without the heartbreak.
Jim Croce is one of my favorite go to musicians when I'm
feeling blue. "Photographs and
memories... all that I have are these to remember you." At some point the longing and
romanticism gets replaced by P!nk on youtube "You weren't there, you
never were" and I quit feeling nostalgic and think about Chinese
people sweeping snow.
Arya's heart will probably get broken
eventually. I'm not wishing it on him,
but I often think the best artists (and
other professions) have interesting and/or painful back stories which create a
need for these people to express or prove themselves. I want a peaceful world, but I suspect it would be beige and
boring. Maybe I'm just looking for a
point behind the world's miseries, but this explanation gives me peace so I'm
sticking with it unless someone can give a better reason.
Use what you're given.
If your heart is broken, sing a song with tears and a crack in your
voice. It may seem
less perfect, but the cracked song touches the hearts of the people who hear it, and it seems like that's the point of all art. If you're young and innocent, sing innocent
songs. There's a song for every emotion
in the rainbow, but the classics are classic because they speak to emotions. There's comfort in knowing someone else
understands how you're feeling.
I painted this portrait of Robert Smith as part of a larger
assignment. I'll admit I didn't even
recognize his name at first. I
dutifully looked him up and liked his wild hair. I'm sure I've listened to The Cure, I even suspect it's one of my
ex's favorite bands, but I don't usually pay much attention to who is singing,
just what they're singing...
"There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted
more than to never feel the breaking apart all my pictures of you."
Hmm... I wonder if Robert and Jim Croce could've cried in
their beers together and felt their common humanity? Maybe they'd just like to talk about Chinese people sweeping
snow?
I was going to end this by saying it was time to rake some leaves,
but it's raining now. Maybe I'll spend
more time listening to music on youtube because April definitely seems like the
best time for raking?
