No story behind this week’s Monday Morning Music. Just a song that strikes a chord with me lately.
Plus, it’s Depeche Mode, and who doesn’t like Depeche Mode? 😀 I will, at some point soon, have an actual Depeche Mode story for you. Along with the U2 story
In the good news department, I’m finally on the mend after getting slapped down by the sickness I did my best to avoid over Christmas and New Year’s.
At least it waited until after the year started. I have this theory that however one’s New Year’s Eve goes, so goes the year to follow. After having spent so much time being sick, acute OR chronically, I did NOT want to spend this entire year dealing with being sick. That’s not to say I won’t have health issues to continue to address, but I’m sick of my health being the sole focus of my attention.
The Misfit’s got a brand new bag.
Or at least I hope to. 🙂
(That’s a metaphor, although I did pick up a super cute Betsey Johnson purse not too long ago. Ha!)
When I first wrote Yours Truly, any song mentions I included in the book were the first that came to mind – I went with my gut on most things, song choice included. Most of my original choices made the final cut.
But I had trouble picking a song that would fit Izzie to a “t”. She’s sort of a quirk of nature – with no qualities that truly stand out, except maybe for her absolute clumsiness – she is, as intended, something of an everyman.
Ultimately, I wanted a song that would speak to Izzie being on the outside of things. Like many women, she dated someone who was a complete jerk, but lacked the self-confidence to realize she deserved better. While it’s only hinted at, she has a track record of dating the wrong men. Her down-to-earth demeanor is no match for Cardwell’s celebrity (or at least what she thinks Cardwell’s girlfriend should be like).
Which is how I ended up with Depeche Mode’s, “Wrong”. It’s the song I play for myself on my birthday every year – I tend to be on the outside of most things… sometimes by choice, sometimes not. “Wrong” was such the right pick to start off Izzie’s story, I’m almost irritated it took me so long to realize it.
If you haven’t yet checked out Yours Truly, get thee hence! 🙂 And skip down to the video to get your toes tapping.
I used to be such a music whore – well, I guess I still am, but I’m definitely a long-ass way away from when I’d spend my last dime on music. Books have always been a part of my life, but there was a good 5-6 years starting in my late teens where I can’t remember cracking a book unless I absolutely had to. I was too busy clubbing with the freaks and going to shows with the freaks and just living a crazy, chaotic life. My hearing’s suffered immensely for it, but I have no regrets.
This morning I’m on a Depeche Mode kick, specifically Martin Gore. I love him. I’ve always loved him. I once dated a guy because he had Martin Gore hair. That wasn’t one of my brighter ideas – he was a complete jerkoff – but my taste in men has always been faulty. I love me a good bad boy. The only problem is that they generally didn’t have the heart of gold to offset their jackassery. The two who did invariably stuck me in the friends category. That I wouldn’t change for anything. Unless one of them decided to get off their ass, at which point I’d tackle him round the knees. 🙂
Tangent aside, I haven’t kept up with new music. At all. But here are a few that always find me at the right time to say what I can never manage to put into words without sounding like a complete twit.