December 15, 2009
Tonight I was over at JuliaM's place and I spotted an old friend. (Thank you Julia).
I collected everything that Chris de Burgh ever recorded. I thought his music, and his powerful lyrics were a gift from on high. Of course, he bolloxed it all by releasing Lady in Red in 1996, but I forgive him. I saw him live in 1988 and I have not yet seen a live performance to equal his on that particular summer night. I include in this accolade bands like the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Queens of the Stone Age, the Foo Fighters and, in Glasgow not too many years ago, the almighty Meatloaf.
Julia got me started with A Spaceman Came Travelling (ironic, given my Exmas post below), and from there I scrolled down memory lane. Crusader, Spanish Train, Where Peaceful Waters Flow, The Head and The Heart, Lonely Sky, Carry Me, and The Road To Freedom, all took me back to another place, long ago and far away. I was younger, slimmer, stupider, I had more hair, no money, and I had fewer cares.
But the heart-breaker for me was always Rosanna. At the same time Mr Chris celebrated the birth of his daughter, Mrs Ranty and I buried yet another child. We lost three, all girls. We got to keep the boys. The first weighed 3lb 2 oz, and the second weighed 5lb 1 oz when they entered the world. The three pounder, now 21 years old, and quite possibly the funniest man I know, is doing well. The five pounder is now 14 and has recently discovered girls. He can use a whole tin of body spray in one go. On the upside, the house smells nice, but it costs me a fortune. I tell him "Less is more", but he says "Meh".
The song, Rosanna, makes me think of what could have been. One of our little ones is buried right next door to Aberdeen FC. We visit often to lay flowers. I miss her terribly. Our first baby is buried in the Netherlands, we miss her as well. We miss them all.
This song helps. It helps a lot.
Have a wee listen.