You enter the small room. There’s a phone on the wall to call the bar and grill if you need some more “liquid courage. ” The room is dimly lit. There is a large screen, seating and binders on the table with thousands of song choices. What song are you looking for?
My two go to choices are always:
Hotel California by The Eagles
” Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said “We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast”
And 911 by Wyclef Jean feat Mary J
[Mary J. Blige]
Sometimes I feel like I’m a prisoner
I think I’m trapped here for a while
(but I’m always right here with you girl)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn’t here tonight
Messin’ around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it’s worth the sacrifice”
I sing those songs at the top of my lungs including all the riffs and ad libs! I sing them and I’m reminded of my first Karaoke machine (a gift from Santa.) I would record songs straight from the radio on blank tapes. If you weren’t careful you would record the commercials by accident. So I would stand attentively next to the karaoke machine and hit stop just before the disk jockey would announce the song that just played.
My dad used to blast Hotel California from the basement. I couldn’t appreciate the lyrics when I was younger. As an adult I recognize how truly creative they really are. They tell a great story. You envision a place so beautiful becoming a prison, a place you can’t escape from. The contrast is the fact that in between the lyrical stanzas are beautiful instrumental solos playing so freely. You can hear the liberation. I envied the talent and had to just be complacent in my air playing on my electric hairbrush.
Someone wise once defined love this way: “Love is insanity.” Music often encapsulates that sentiment. So many songs. So much expression. So many emotions. So many other undefined anomalies. So many antithetical ideas placed carefully on the music staff. What’s your song? What plays on the “old school at noon” that makes you throw your hand in the air? What are you vigorously looking for in those binders? Share with me in the comments.