Last night, as I was walking home after having dinner with Sara, this song popped into my head.  I hadn’t thought of it for years, but it is just as poignant and relevant now as it was when I first heard it over 20 years ago (yikes!).  Call me cheesy, but I had to choke back tears.  Of course when I sang it back at band camp, I substituted "he" for "she."

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who’ll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She’ll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She’ll hear me out
And won’t easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she’ll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who’ll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don’t want to be tied
To anyone’s strings
I’m carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I’m asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I’ll get away with it

(Thank you, Depeche Mode.)

How I adore the sound of your voice.  Sigh.  Saw him with Allen Toussaint last night at the Beacon.  In addition to hearing some of my favorites like "Deep Dark Truthful Mirror," and "Watching the Detectives," he did a rockin’ version of "I Don’t Want to Go to Chelsea" with a very cool brass arrangement, and they did a version of Paul Simon’s "American Tune" that was absolutely beautiful.  Hope I can get a recording of that at some point.  Thanks to Sarah for being my date for the evening!

Touching back to my discussion of theme songs, I think I’ve found a good one — 1985.  It’s not quite accurate (it refers to "her two kids in high school"), but it still sort of rings true.  I’ll freely admit that my musical tastes are stuck in 1985.  The other song that is competely stuck in my head these days is Overkill by Men at Work.  We learned it out at the beach house and I’ve been singing it nonstop since.  Unfortunately, I’ll miss seeing Colin Hay this Thursday night because I’ll be shaking my booty at the Ozomatli show.

Had a busy week — got a new DVR (I’m a little worried it’ll turn me into a hermit), had dinner with the girls from the beach house on Thursday at Esperanto, and then last night was drinks at White Horse followed by dinner at Blue Smoke.  No worries, I’ll be working it all off today on a bike ride to Piermont — my longest ride so far this season.  Hopefully I’ll make it back in one piece!

As you may or may not know (or as you may or may not have figured out from reading some of my gloomier posts recently), I recently went through a breakup.  The evening of the final discussion, we were out to dinner, and when the topic came up, I insisted that we go somewhere more private to continue the conversation.  We went back to my apartment and as we sat down on the couch, I picked up my iPod.  "Let’s see, what’s good breakup music?"  At the time, I don’t even remember what I put on — something fairly quiet and innocuous, I suppose. 

Having the time to give it a bit more thought, I went through my iTunes library and here’s what I came up with.  I made an iMix out of it for your listening pleasure, but so many of the songs weren’t there that I wanted to include the entire playlist below.  It’s in no particular order, and most of the songs are self-explanatory. 

I actually saw Jill Sobule last night at Joe’s Pub (she was fabulous as always), and she pointed out that Angel/Asshole is a breakup song for the person who did the breaking up — not your typical breakup song perspective.  Shoot me an email if you want a copy of the mix (assuming I can fit it all on one CD).

Jay and I are headed to see Thomas Dolby tonight at Joe’s Pub.  Yes, the "She Blinded Me With Science" guy.  I adored him in high school — I actually had a poster of him on my wall (across from Adam Ant, which should give you some nice insight), and had cassette recordings of his concerts that they broadcast on WLIR.  I’m really curious if he’ll dip into his repetoire from what is now (gulp) twenty years ago. . .