Monday, August 27, 2007

You and Me (and the End of the World)

Back in 2001, I wrote a sweet, folksy love song called "You and Me (and the End of the World)." It was essentially a chorus with a bunch of throwaway verses, but the chorus went like this:

A city boy meets a country girl
You and me and the end of the world
Held hands when the buildings fell
You and me and the end of the world

The inspiration for those lyrics are pretty self-evident, written immediately post-9/11, and the main idea was to replace the words "city" and "country" (and possibly even "boy" and "girl") into something more socially relevant and probably controversial.

It's the right song to toy with passive-agressive interpretations and adaptations, but I could never really execute the song in real life the way I had it in my head. But that's a story for another day and another blog.

So fast forward a couple years, and for some reason the television was tuned into The Tyra Banks Show. I think it was her first season or something. Anyhow, I probably just needed background noise while studying something for college. I don't remember. There was a pop-rock band called Lifehouse on the show, and they played something also entitled "You and Me":

Little did I know (and I didn't notice it at the time of broadcast), a couple of really close friends of mine were in the audience and were in several shots during the show. I'm not going to tell you who and where.

So fast forward a year, maybe a year and a half, and that's when those same close friends told me the story of their experience at The Tyra Banks Show. Evidently, the television producers were being stereotypically producer-like during the course of the taping, and that manipulation of reality didn't reflect what actually happened during the taping...if I remember the telling of it correctly.

So fast forward again another year or so, when I was a guitar teacher at my former high school. A student of mine asked me to help her learn that song, and while I tried my best, I don't think I succeeded as a teacher to help her play that song. But I hear that she found more competent help elsewhere. Ah, such was my life as a pseudo-educator.

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