Crazy for Tryin'
She had certain genius instincts for music. When pushed during interviews, she giggled and feigned ignorance.
"I tell him to do all the fast songs slow, and all the slow songs fast. He thinks I'm brilliant," Their eyes met and they both agreed on this superficial creativity. But there were hours of trial and error behind them.
He wanted her to try the Patsy Cline song. Pushed and pushed, knew she could do it. She wanted to do it sped up, as a joke. Somehow that version caught on and became a joke. A classic, and easy encore.
But when they were first breaking it in, she was still fragile. Smiling, but never far from tears. That was the tricky issue with music, sometimes you do a song so much that finally you begin to actually listen to it.
After doing it uptempo, he asked her to slow it down. With lots of air around her, suddenly the meaning came brilliantly clear. She WAS crazy after all. In love with someone who could never return her love. There was no hiding behind the fairy tales, him as a prince in a tower locked away. He was on heavy medication, in therapy, working to get to a place where he can even be around people. She needed to stop hoping that she could break through. And he was bringing her into his world of crazy. It was the real word, a word indicating madness, losing your head in a literal fashion.
No more a fun label for what musicians were, or a way of being creative. "Crazy" equals madness. And no amount of love songs could make up for that.
She was in tears after a few lines and ran from the room.
The bass player asked what was wrong. He replied that she was just tired.
And if she was tired of the madness of the young man she was in love with, how long would it take for
her to get sick of him? How long would it take for his own insanity to come back, the caged animal escaping again?
He couldn't break the news of his own diagnosis to her. Maybe he'd be able to keep it in hiding. Or give her up when it came back. Right now she was distracted by this other guy.
"She's trying to get over this crazy guy," he said without a hint of irony.
Crazy-Patsy Cline
She had certain genius instincts for music. When pushed during interviews, she giggled and feigned ignorance.
"I tell him to do all the fast songs slow, and all the slow songs fast. He thinks I'm brilliant," Their eyes met and they both agreed on this superficial creativity. But there were hours of trial and error behind them.
He wanted her to try the Patsy Cline song. Pushed and pushed, knew she could do it. She wanted to do it sped up, as a joke. Somehow that version caught on and became a joke. A classic, and easy encore.
But when they were first breaking it in, she was still fragile. Smiling, but never far from tears. That was the tricky issue with music, sometimes you do a song so much that finally you begin to actually listen to it.
After doing it uptempo, he asked her to slow it down. With lots of air around her, suddenly the meaning came brilliantly clear. She WAS crazy after all. In love with someone who could never return her love. There was no hiding behind the fairy tales, him as a prince in a tower locked away. He was on heavy medication, in therapy, working to get to a place where he can even be around people. She needed to stop hoping that she could break through. And he was bringing her into his world of crazy. It was the real word, a word indicating madness, losing your head in a literal fashion.
No more a fun label for what musicians were, or a way of being creative. "Crazy" equals madness. And no amount of love songs could make up for that.
She was in tears after a few lines and ran from the room.
The bass player asked what was wrong. He replied that she was just tired.
And if she was tired of the madness of the young man she was in love with, how long would it take for
her to get sick of him? How long would it take for his own insanity to come back, the caged animal escaping again?
He couldn't break the news of his own diagnosis to her. Maybe he'd be able to keep it in hiding. Or give her up when it came back. Right now she was distracted by this other guy.
"She's trying to get over this crazy guy," he said without a hint of irony.
Crazy-Patsy Cline
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