As inspired, a bit, by the present trend on Facebook for us to list the albums that most influenced us in High School, but to avoid the limitation of what could best be termed as my “coming out of the musical wilderness,” I bring to you Tuning Fork or Pitch Fork. A sometimes series about how certain songs have affected me in one way or another. The first one does actually come from high school.
Mother Love Bone – Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thorns – 1990 (1994)
Please note there are two dates listed for the songs I will share with you. The first date will be when the song (or version if it’s a cover) was released. The second date, in parenthesis, will be as close as I can get to the date that I first heard that song.
This song is the song that I always share as a one favorite song. Sure I have many favorite songs, but this is the song that has gotten the most traction under my skin and into my psyche. It’s a breakup song but more than that song. It’s the voice of a guy who lived pretty roughly and who wasn’t around for a long time because his life was pretty rough. It’s the end of one band, but the beginnings of another. It’s also on one of my most favorite movie soundtracks, Singles, and happens to be one of the few songs I have purchased on cassette tape, CD, and online.
How did it take so long to get to me? I lived in a town in the mountains during my late middle school and high school years. This was before the Internet told us what to listen to, but MTV was doing that a good bit to my friends whose parents had that cable package. That year, 1994, was the year that Kurt Cobain offed himself, and a guy on the yearbook committee swapped a photo of Cobain for his photo in the school yearbook. (And got into a heap of trouble for it. By the way, Cobain was still alive when the deadline for school pictures happened.)
I, fortunately, happened to focus my attention on said person for one of my many unrequited crushes in high school. So of course the best way to get someone to hopefully requite that love, you learn about the things they like and see if you enjoy them too. Thus brings Seattle and its new style of music into my life. I rediscovered Say Anything and it’s soundtrack framed around a famous Seattle DJ’s radio show. And I discovered the movie Singles (same director), which had cute boys with long hair in it. That movie has since become my best way of describing to people who Generation X is and how we love one another and see things.
But the song. “This is my kind of love, the kind that moves on, the kind that leaves me alone…” seemed the perfect description to me of my string of unrequited crushes, and how I simply just had to move on because they dated someone else, or it became painfully obvious in some other way that my first kiss was not coming from them. Ah, my melodramatic youth.
But then it was, “But I’m proud to say, and I won’t forget the times spent laying by her side,” as I found that first kiss, and was a couple years younger, and it was harder to make me laugh or smile then. I didn’t know who I was, but I did know this was certainly nice. My first car was named Chloe a few years later. There’s not any coincidence in that.
Then we march into adulthood, my life as “Mr Faded Glory,” or at least dating him. Learning about riding high horses and falling from them. Being tied to the ceiling more times than I would like to remember, but not that many times that I don’t still view myself as a bit “lessons never learned” anyway.
And really that’s where we find me with this song, with suddenly the words “and if you make it death well then rest your soul away,” taking on newer meaning as friends, family, and people I know continue to shuffle off this mortal coil.
It will always be one of the first songs I play when there’s change in the air. One of the first I play when Colorado indulges me with some Seattle weather. One of the first when I begin the task of removing physical evidence of someone who is no longer in my life. It is. Solely. My favorite song.