When covid first hit and the lockdown began, I had to quarantine for 14 days. I spent the days walking around the neighborhood, and cooking food. I hadn’t EVER been forced into my home for two weeks straight without work, as any hard earned naive young working woman had likely not been blessed with, the gift of time.
So I made me my own little version of this song …
BOOM, I had time, so I spend it looking around the library of music available - a scene as lush and varied as the rainforest floor.
Songs like this will live forever - and I want to know why.
The concept of being “down and out” is by no means unfamiliar. I kind of like the way this one sits in its chair, and holds a hand up gently fanning the hot southern air away, while almost shrugging, and taking a big long sip of cold fresh iced tea. There is a lite omen of humility, but generally the upbeat and simple melody makes a listener feel perhaps a little less bad that things have taken a turn for the worse.
A tale of fair weather friends, not unlike Eric Clapton sang in - nobody knows you when you’re down and out. A cheekily bluesy presentation of this oh so common affliction, the one that we know all too well, but that - when it happens to you - feels oh so lonely. It’s just one more affirmation that even when the whole world seems to be turned on you - take comfort in knowing when you get back on your feet again, everybody will want to be your long lost friend. More importantly, there’s always this library of music to turn to.
It’s the writers that make time and space in song for any mood that I’m grateful for. Writing their pain, or someone else’s, into notes and imagery, telling a story that is relatable.
Ahh, the sweet acoustic guitar, and abroad airy vocal saying, I’ve been there too — i’m already feeling better.
