July 29, 2007

Gerard McMann - Cry Little Sister

To my dear friend,

Do you remember when the DJ at the convention played this as the 'last' song for the last night? We went to go dance to it, out of our little group we were the two who locked eyes and just knew we had to go, but we weren't alone. So many people filtered onto the floor that he ended up playing several more songs after that. Even though he said we were all pathetic. I'm pretty sure that's the exact word he used, and we looked at each other and laughed at ourselves, even then. Goths and scifi fans of a Certain Age. We all watched that movie, oh yes, we definitely did. ...

Not so much anymore, though. The wardrobe has a lot more khaki, green, gray, light blue, yellow, brown and even tones of what might, for the sake of delicate egos, be referred to as very light reds. Gold tone accessories might be worn. Loafers could be involved. When did that happen? Small crimes, in the scheme of things.

You probably never guessed that it was the highlight of the convention for me, dancing that night. TGOOMA was as was customary the entire rest of the time. I felt like I'd gotten to sneak off to be someone else. I'd not thought of it in a long time, not until I ended up poking through the Sisters of Mercy songs today. Funny, ha ha, on too many levels not to have to write you about it. I guess this is the only way, now, and you won't even see it.

I almost put up Been Caught Stealing by Jane's Addiction today, but no, not this weekend. That's the way it seems, though. Stealing little bits of a real life, a good life, here and there. Stealing joy. Possession is 9/10ths of the law. Until it isn't. I should clearly be mowing a lawn somewhere ;D

I'll be going to another convention this week, Yearly Kos, but it isn't going to be like the other one we were at all those years ago, not even a little bit. Markos is apparently looking forward to having his name taken off of it, it'll be branded as a netroots gathering next year and maybe for years to come. And I was there for the first one!

Yet, no t-shirt. Everyone was offered one, but they all had Gov. Mark Warner's picture on them, so I thought they were Warner campaign shirts and didn't take one. I didn't want a Warner campaign shirt. Remembering the main conference room at the end of that last main session when most of the people had left, or at least grabbed their things and left their tables, I don't think I was the only one to make that mistake.

So it goes. Just remembering something that couldn't be put back in the box it was found in. Though I tried not to say it. I really and truly can't be taken anywhere anymore, and I used to be so quiet and proper. Or so I seem to recall. You seemed to think so, anyway, and you were always so dignified, yourself. Even when you told terrible, terrible jokes that made me cringe to be laughing so hard at them. (However did you manage it?) You said it was your job, though, to make me laugh at terrible things, to remind me, and you always took your work seriously. I wish you could remind me again.

Be well, wherever you are,

Posted by natasha at July 29, 2007 06:41 PM | Entertainment | Technorati links |

Great track, but you've got the wrong performer Natasha. This was written and performed by Gerard McMann (aka G Tom Mac), not Sisters of Mercy, for the Lost Boys soundtrack.

See: http://www.gerardmcmann.com/

Posted by: Daniel K at July 29, 2007 09:36 PM

Glad you enjoyed it, but I'll just go fix that, then. Though it did come up listed as a Sisters of Mercy song (I don't think I've ever in my life looked up who did perform it), which you can see if you click over to the original YouTube page. Gaaah.

It's not the first time I've been wrong, won't be the last.

Posted by: natasha at July 29, 2007 10:22 PM

Ingmar Bergman is dead.

Posted by: ccoaler at July 30, 2007 07:45 AM

WP is getting loony attacking Clintons wardrobe

Posted by: ccoaler at July 30, 2007 01:47 PM

The reason I know is because I used to work in my college dorm radio station, and before I graduated I took advantage of a large library of records to record a few tunes on cassette. One of them was this one, which I heard once and immediately liked, but I never saw the movie. I still have the cassette, and it has always said Gerard McMann. It is odd how it seems to have been attributed to the Sisters of Mercy, perhaps because of the word "sister"? Who knows.

Posted by: Daniel K at July 30, 2007 09:19 PM