Well, the title might have got you here anyway.
I was watching the video of ‘Last Christmas’ a few days ago and although I have seen it many times before and heard the song many times before for some reason the opening two lines stuck in my mind on this occasion.
‘Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away’
That first line, there’s a whole story waiting to be told to explain those simple words. Had the two people just met? Had they known each other for months, years? What happened to make one of them give the other their heart? Did the other appear to feel the same way on that day? Were they only pretending? There’s a novel there.
And the second line, what made the person give the heart/love away? Did they meet someone else and suddenly realise they had made a mistake? Had they been pretending all along to reciprocate the love offered to them? Again, a story waits to be written.
So in just two lines of writing the author has presented us with a myriad of alternatives.
George Michael: literary giant?
Beautiful singer, beautiful voice, great song – what a combo.
‘Sunday in the park, I think it was the 22nd of October…’
You can see what I’ve done there, if you’re into your Chicago tunes from the 70s.
9 a.m. and just a few walkers and joggers were around, a beautiful alternative to the seafront for an early morning walk.
And it you don’t get the Chicago link here’s the song…
Listen and then just let the autoplay go on to endless Carpenters’ songs. There’s nothing better to either uplift you or put you into the perfect mood for whatever type of writing you are undertaking. Karen Carpenter – what a magical voice.
(written in coffee house, one quick edit at home…)
Round goes the gossip,
north country accents machine gunning in a southern seaside town,
reshaping body shapes for coffee charged window-wishing dress buying,
Christmas decorations crisis early exhorted,
texting daughters rapid reply replayed,
proud envy sigh-shared;
make up base colours cross-checked,
creamier cream over beiger beige,
promised swift swap of free freebies,
vicious visits to inviting in-laws quick-chatted,
shops right rated by cross counter intercourse,
a sex of dancing words;
roads flash flooded in drenched downpours,
washing unhung as stair rods descended;
faded curtains charity shop listed,
husband’s lazy languidity sigh head-shook,
life’s quirky queries countered in ten minutes
girl-buddied word volley.
Carole King – Tapestry
I rediscovered this album when searching for bargain ‘2 for £10’ CDs in a local store last week. What a pleasure to revisit these wonderful songs and hear that delightful voice again. And the cat – immortalised on the front cover. Sweet.
Recently I’ve been reading a book about the 1920s and then wrote a short piece which included a flapper girl so I’ve found myself hunting for 1920s music on YouTube. A fascinating period in history.