Under a Red Roof

The Doors Into the Womb

March 20, 2008 in Listening by admin | 2 comments

Doors

I have often said that I first heard The Doors in the womb, and if you know my father, you know this is the god’s honest truth. My dad is a BIG Doors fan. There was not a week of my childhood that he didn’t have Strange Days, or visit the Morrison Hotel, or simply have a Soft Parade to “Tell All the People” how much he loved their music.

I knew the lyrics before I knew the song titles or what they meant, and then, once I did, I used them as journal entries in junior high. Mr. Prybil didn’t care what we wrote, just as long as we had at least seven words to a line and filled a page, thank you very much.

So, anyhoo…I guess it comes as no surprise that I am pretty darned into them as well, even visiting Jim Morrison’s grave at Pere Lachaise cemetery on my honeymoon. An aside here to anyone who thinks it is okay to draw arrows pointing in the direction of his grave on the headstones of the other departed, so not cool. Let’s show a little respect. If you are younger, appear even slightly American, or lost, the French will say “Mor-ee-sone?” and point you on your way.

Pick an album, any album, gems abound, but here’s the low-down on each and some of my favorite songs on them in the order they were released (all, mind you, before my birth in June of 1971):

The Doors (1967) – Well, hey, try to run, try to hide, you can’t go wrong with “Light My Fire” and “Break on through (To the other side)”, but I also like “The Crystal Ship,” “The End” (especially in Apocalypse Now), and “Take It As It Comes” – don’t move too fast if you want your love to last.

Strange Days (1967) – Not my favorite cover for reasons of childhood – the people kind of freaked me out. My favorite song has got to be “I Can’t See Your Face in My Mind” – carnival dogs consume the lines. “Moonlight Drive” is here as well. Let’s all hop into a 1966 Mustang convertible and do it, man!

Waiting for the Sun (1968) – Oddly enough, the song “Waiting for the Sun,” is not on this album, but you will find “Not to Touch the Earth,” “Love Street,” and “Five to One” – baby one in five, no one here gets out alive.

The Soft Parade (1969) – The big band sound of The Doors, no joke, if you’ve never heard it. Awesome – “Tell All the People” that they’re “Wishful Sinful” and to “Touch Me.”

Morrison Hotel (1970) – Oh Jim, Ray, Robby, and John! This is awesome, just awesome, almost my favorite, almost. “You Make Me Real,” “Peace Frog,” the lush vocals of “Blue Sunday” and “Indian Summer,” the rockin’ start to “Roadhouse Blues,” hot damn!

L.A. Woman (1971) – The Doors, blues style. Back in our cassette tape days, my dear hubby cued up the title song on a driving marathon from San Francisco to Denver when I was in dire need of a pick-me-up. I’ve never felt so revitalized and lead footed; “The Cars Hiss(ed) by My Window,” and that’s no joke. “Riders on the Storm” (my very first favorite Doors Song – impossible to do now), “L’America,” and “Love Her Madly” round it out.

So there you have it. Try ’em out if you haven’t already, and when the music’s over, turn out the lights.

Linda: My “Oldest” Friend

March 17, 2008 in Friendship, Loving, Remembering by admin | Permalink

Linda

I met Linda when we were in the seventh grade. Was it in P.E.? Gosh, another fact slipped into the ether.

There are so many wonderful memories associated with her that I hardly know where to begin. The most interesting fact would be a good start: Linda is the best belcher I have ever known. Loud, rolling, controlled, and capable of forming complete sentences. Whenever I belch, it is an embarrassing and awkward accident.

It was with Linda that I took my first trip with someone else’s family. We visited their cabin in Como, Colorado. It was a lovely, rustic place. We roamed the fields, played Yahtzee like there was no tomorrow, and giggled like the schoolgirls we were.

It was at Linda’s that I watched my first movie on a VCR (Rock and Roll High School), learned to shave my legs, and how to properly use a shower curtain. *Keep that plastic in the tub or you’ll end up with a whole mess o’ water on the floor.* She also helped me score the best paying and yummiest job of my teen years – a busser at Amici’s Italian Restaurant. Boy do I miss the sausage sandwich special!

As she lives in Denver, and I in Portland, we don’t see much of each other these days, but she is often on my mind. She’s the type of person who is always smiling (and isn’t a lovely one, too?), is kind, thoughtful, and never has an ill word against anyone. Everyone should have a little Linda in their life. I’m glad I do.

The Shell Seekers

March 16, 2008 in Reading by admin | 1 comment

The Shell Seekers

The first time I read this book, I was twenty years old. I have read it once a year ever since then – that makes seventeen years. Yes, for me, it is that good.

I wish I could articulate exactly what it is about this book that I return to year after year, but my words feel so inadeqate. It is just so special to me, magic on a page. The writing is rich, the story complex, with exquisite details and character development.

Perhaps the best way to put it is to say that it feels like home: familiar, comfortable, everything it its place.

Wanting to be Remembered…

March 7, 2008 in Thinking by admin | Permalink

I’ve often wondered why suddenly, quite out of the blue, I think about someone I haven’t seen in a long time. Lately, I’ve been thinking about Paula Pfeiffer, a girl I knew in my school days. Over the past week, I’ve seen her face, heard her voice, and remember a drawing she made of a guitar.

Paula and I were friends, but never terribly close. She was in and out of my life. Her parents were among the first I ever knew to have been divorced, and I think she moved between their two houses, so she wasn’t always at the same school as me.

I remember seeing her in high school after a long absence. She looked a little spaced out and her hair seemed funny to me. I knew something was awry, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Weeks, or maybe months later, my memory doesn’t serve me, she died. It turns out she had leukemia. She was probably on drugs and wearing a wig the last time I saw her.

I remember driving to her mother’s house for a wake. I couldn’t get up the courage to go inside. I felt embarassed that I didn’t really know her anymore, but wished there was some way I could communicate that I had always liked her. She was good and sweet and kind.

In another strange twist, my husband and I watched 2010 on Sunday, February 10th. We’d thought about watching something else, but then had a “feeling” about 2010. It was as good as we remembered, even recognizing Helen Mirren in a way we hadn’t before – that was her? Goodness, she’s been around for a while. The strangest part, however, as I learned today, is that the star of the movie, Roy Scheider, died that very day, possibly as we were watching.

Are these two people communicating with me? Or did their cosmic dust, caught in the ebb and flow of the universe, just cross paths with me, a happy coincidence? I really don’t know, but if there is something greater happening here, message received. I remember you…you are not lost.

It is interesting to begin a blog with death and memory, but I guess that is what this is all about – telling the universe that I am here. I feel, think, believe, exist, just like Paula and Roy did. We are all together, embarking, disembarking in blogs and in life. Welcome to another part of the journey.