Monday, January 4, 2010

losing my religion

My feeling is that labels are for canned food... I am what I am - and I know what I am.
Michael Stipe (b. 4 january 1960) singer, songwriter, producer

been thinking of michael a bit lately. we watched the documentary patti smith: dream of life which aired on our local pbs station last week, turns out steven sebring, the photographer who is the genius behind the film, was introduced to patti by michael, oh, so many years ago. the film was really good - no boring talking heads crap, but it did take you into the head of patti - who I consider an amazingly creative artist. I've long admired patti smith - her strength, her politics, and her incredible tenacity, and oh, I can get so lost in her gravely yet smooth voice. and of course I'm totally in awe about her friendship with the legendary photographer robert mapplethorpe. seeing how fond I am for recognizing people's birthdays on the mouse I'm bummed that her recent birthday (december 30th) slipped by me!

since I posted my favorite michael stipe/rem vid not too long ago (that would be furry, happy monsters) to celebrate michael's 5oth birthday, I'll go with another fave vid - which might actually be one of my favorite r.e.m. songs - not only do the lyrics strike a chord, it's also a wonderful song to sing along with.

Oh, life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight, I'm
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

(repeat chorus)

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try?
That was just a dream
Just a dream, just a dream

photo: detail, st. catherine greek orthodox church ~ithaca, ny. may 2008


Anonymous said...

Still a pretty good tune y'know( of course you do! )And like Stipe's analogy ;) Unfortunately the media is too quick to put labels on people, wot?

Roy said...

Whaddaya know! My Mom and Michael Stipe share a birthday. Heh, heh! Not sure how well that would go over if I mentioned that to her when I make my birthday phone call later.

Hmmm... I'll have to dig through the CDs for a proper Michael playlist for the day.

Tess Kincaid said...

Such great lyrics.

tut-tut said...

Oh my; in HS I wanted to BE Patti Smith.

Alan Burnett said...

I rather like the quotation about labels and canned food. Come to think of it I rather like the video as well . A splendidly Happy New Year to you.

Julien said...

do you know this version ?

Megan said...

Michael Stipe is 50?!? (I don't know why that surprises me, but it does. Weird.)

Erin Wallace said...

Amazing picture and great song to go with it. One of the best.

Kate Hanley said...

Well, now you've got me interested in Patti Smith (a name I hear but about whom I know nothing). I do like Losing My Religion as well, great groove. By the way, I really like your "resolutions" in your previous blog post. As opposed to resolutions, I prefer to have goals; you know, I'd like to work on "x" Happy new Year.

tattytiara said...

Oh I would love to see that documentary. It must be put on dvd immediately, and sent to my library post haste.

JGH said...

Always loved that song! Good to read the lyrics- I didn't know them all.

LadrĂ³n de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

I've loved Patti since I was a freshman in college and got caught up in the buzz before the release of her first film. I saw "Dream of Life" when it came out and enjoyed it. Many reviewers thought it was pretentious, but I thought it painted a truer portrait of her than a "straight-forward bio" movie would have. I especially liked the interactions with her parents which seemed so real and unpretentious. For all of her early reputation of being a wild woman in her early years, she seems to have been a wonderful mother, wife and friend. Even though I think Robert Mapplethorpe was an opportunistic jerk, her support to him in his final years was very touching.