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monday monday

monday monday
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Mondays are hard for me.

Friday nights are best.  A whole weekend ahead, sleeping in (maybe), everyone home, kids stay up late.  Saturdays are laidback, board games, walks, hockey, no rushing.

Sundays are not so relaxed, lunches to be made, bathrooms get cleaned, beds.  Still, long lunches in front of the tv, music, a movie, reading, fun shopping.

Then Monday.  Mondays are silent, empty house, get the kids out, husband’s gone already.  Some time ago, I’m not sure when, I started to get really anxious on Mondays.  My stomach turns for reasons I am unsure.  I rack my brains:  what did I forget?

Oh yeah it’s Monday.  What is ahead this week?  What bills need to be paid?  Does the fridge sound like it’s dying?  Is the cat licking her bum again too much?  What jobs need to be done, appointments need to be kept, classes to arrive at, emails to answer, what’s the temperature, did I wash his jujitsu Gi/her black tights and what will I have to scrounge around for change today (milk money, Scholastic, hockey tickets, quarter for FreshCo cart)?

By about 7:30 on Monday morning, I’m pretty tired.

The anxiety starts to dissipate around 4:30, after I have dropped my daughter and her good friend off at their class.  My son and I head home and I think I breathe deeply for the first time.  I start to feel hungry.  I turn the radio up louder.

I went shopping first thing today, driving in the gloomy rain.  When I came back, unpacking food and Kleenex boxes with Kung Fu Panda on them, I thought maybe music would help me find a calmness I had not managed to get my hands on yet today.  I picked out The Beatles ‘Revolver’, put it on, unpacked chicken and two packages of Oreos and soap and danish (does anyone else feel like danish are the one true, honest, exquisite foods left in this world?).

When ‘I’m Only Sleeping’ came on, I sat on the floor beside the cd player and I sang like I was John 45 years ago.  Three times.

The crowd loved me.

I felt better.  The Beatles worked this Monday.  I’ll need something new next week, I am sure.

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the ones I could listen to over and over and over…

the ones I could listen to over and over and over…
the ones I could listen to over and over and over… Print

There are some albums of which I shall never tire.  Five come to mind.

Robbie Robertson, Robbie Robertson.

Sexy, pensive, rocking, hot.   ‘Somewhere down the crazy river’ plays in the car the other day and my daughter says:

“Is this supposed to be a song?  Because he’s not singing.”

The innocence of a ten year old.  She doesn’t get it (she shouldn’t – not yet).

 

 

Red Earth, Crash Vegas.

From my days in Toronto, early 90s.  I was lucky enough to be invited to watch an intimate recording session for this band.  It’s not often that I think someone else does a Neil Young song better than Neil Young, but ‘Down To the Wire’ is one of them. Plus the singer used to date Greg Keelor so influence of Keelor and Blue Rodeo are felt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This album is always over too soon.

 

Paul Simon, Paul Simon.

When I was a kid, I used to play ‘Mother And Child Reunion’ over and over again and slide around on our basement floor in my socks.  I was an amazing figure skater.  But ‘Everything Put Together Falls Apart’ is my all-time favourite Simon song.

 

 

Magical Mystery Tour by a little know band called The…you know.   This has always been the first I pick off the shelf.  ‘The Fool On The Hill’, ‘I Am The Walrus’, ‘Baby You’re A Rich Man’, ‘Hello Goodbye’.   Christ, all of them:  masterstrokes.

 

And Boz Scaggs’ Hits!

If only for the cover shot.  Nice blazer.  Did all men roll their blazer sleeves up to the elbows for a short period of time?  He has better album covers (see:  Middle Man).  But this collection is like a roll full of heavenly candies or a bag full of salty vinegary chips.  Can’t stop till it is all done.   You Can Have Me Anytime.

 

 

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