Hello my music loving friends.
Thank you so much for the warm welcome last week and all the great comments. I enjoyed listening to your songs and I’m so glad that many of you found something to Sing to your own Spirit here.
Thank you for inviting me back, even if you know that you’re getting a lot of vanilla from me.
This week, in honor of Jen’s Halloween Party, we were asked to share songs that scare us for any reason. I gave this a lot of thought, more than I actually wanted to, since I truly hate Halloween and being scared. Until I came up with five songs that scare me for various reasons: One will be a surprise since it’s a popular song by a popular band but with all these songs it came down to the lyrics for me.
Just because I have lousy taste in music doesn’t mean that I am not purely affected by the artists that I love listening to. Music, like theater, literature, art or even television, is very subjective and interpreted in the places that speak to you.
So with that in mind, I give you the 5 songs that Scare Me:
I am going way back to 2 songs that have scared me since I was a little girl.
First, Helen Reddy, best known for her ballad homage to female empowerment, I Am Woman, released this song in my childhood that chills me every time I hear it. The 70s’s channel of Sirius XM radio has this song in rotation and it still turns me cold with fear whenever I hear the catchy chorus.
The second is another song about killing and sung by Vicki Lawrence in the 1970’s. A small town, a lonely and promiscuous girl, a jealous husband and the politics of a backwards Southern district. Add in a baby sister who doesn’t miss when she points and shoots and you’ve got a song that scares me because god knows it could happen.
The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia (My favorite rendition was the cover by Reba McEntire)
Third takes me back to my childhood home and my teenage years. While I was still listening to Andy Gibb, Barry Manilow and venturing into Whitesnake, Bon Jovi and Motley Crue felt like a walk on the dark side for this Catholic School girl my sister, Dana, had fully embraced Guns N Roses, Pink Floyd and of course Led Zeppelin.
Every night Reo Speedwagon competed for air time on the second floor of our house with Stairway to Heaven. Once we get to my 4th song, I’ll explain a little more fully, but whenever I hear this song by this incredible band I feel scared and hopeless. It feels like that time in your adolescent when everything was “too much” and while this song reminds me of my baby sister, it’s in a relieved sense that “thank god we got through that.”
Stairway To Heaven: Led Zeppelin
So that brings us to the fourth song and the one that is going to frustrate and annoy many of you along with losing me some friends. See I know that you music lovers (read: snobs) love that angsty punk rock. You love the songs that scream and yell their way into your brains. But (and I’ve thought a lot about how to not bring down this completely fun little meme) they scare the hell out of me.
You see, I grew up in a house of landmines. I have never been silent about my history as a survivor of domestic violence, so when I hear screaming lyrics, when my brain is assaulted by the guttural melodies I am instantly cowering in a corner, hoping that the hitting will end soon. My stomach tumbles, my thoughts cloud and I find no enjoyment or talent in any of it.
I’ve tried so many times to read the lyrics, see a song for more than the outward appearances and put my vanilla to the test but it comes down to this, I relive the worst parts of my life when I listen to a song like
HEAD LIKE A HOLE: Nine Inch Nails (sorry guys!)
and Fifth is my surprise, because it shouldn’t scare anyone. However, from the first time I heard it last summer my stomach clenched. I write about LOVE a lot. It’s my go-to emotion. I believe in love, I trust it and harbor a very childlike ideal of it. So when I heard the lyrics:
I know your insides are feeling so hollow
and that’s a hard pill for you to swallow
but if I fall for you, I’ll never recover
If I fall for you, I’ll never be the same.
I thought about asking someone to be sure about their feelings for you. To confess that you were standing in their presence, scared to death and willing to give the best parts of yourself , but asking them to not hurt you. To promise them that if you fall, you’ll never recover. That’s scary. It’s terrifying to think that even after you ask for an honest emotion, you might still be lied to, used and thrown away.
The hardest part of this song for me? (well along with the fact that I adore Adam Levine?) is that my son Giovanni loves this song. LOVES it. Asks for it to played over and over again in the car, knows all the words and will warble it in the cutest voice you ever heard while it stings my heart a little for everyone who has been hurt like that.
So there you have it, the songs that spook me.
I can’t wait to read about all of yours.
(and if you’re not joining us for Twisted Mix Tape Tuesdays, what are you waiting for?)