2015/2016 – The Old Man & The Baby

Father Time is growing old and Baby New Year is a drain on his energy. Father Time loves his baby notwithstanding.

The old man has seen a lot. Too much. He’s seen more than he ever wanted to see. He’ll find sweet relief in the act of closing his eyes forever.

The baby is ignorant and insatiable. He cries and eats. He feeds on life. The one born last year ate Kings – B.B. & Ben E; he ate Yogis & Lemmys; he ate Leslie Gore & Leonard Nimoy, Chris Squire, Maureen O’Hara, & Allen Toussaint. The baby born this year might eat me. He might eat you. Or someone you love.

Welcome to the New Year, 2016. May he be kind to you and yours.

All is quiet on New Year’s Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you, night and day

Nothing changes on New Year’s Day
On New Year’s Day
I will be with you again
I will be with you again

Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says

Say it’s true, it’s true
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one

I will begin again
I will begin again

Maybe the time is right
Maybe tonight

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

And so we’re told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes
On New Year’s Day

Two Hearts Beat As One

“Say I’m a fool, you say I’m not for you
But if I’m a fool for you that’s something”

I saw U2 at the Garden Monday night and was reminded again of how similar a rock concert is to a Christian mass. Bono – following in the footsteps of singers like Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, Al Green, Bruce Springsteen – leads the congregation across the thin line that separates singing from praying.

I started going to concerts right about the time the church lost meaning for me and immediately recognized the feeling of community, of like-minded people sharing a thing that brought them great joy. Something to give voice to their ecstasy and comfort to their grief.

One of the highlights of the show for me was the second song of the night – Two Hearts Beat As One. Musically, it’s a pretty strait-forward rocker. Lyrically, it represents an innocent view of love that I find charming. Not everybody will. Like religion, you need to believe in a song for it to have meaning. Apparently, it’s the first time U2 had played it live since 1989. It held up remarkably well.

Here’s a video of the song from 1983, filmed in Montmartre in Paris:

I don’t know
I don’t know which side I’m on
I don’t know my right from left
Or my right from wrong
Say I’m a fool
You say I’m not for you
But if I’m a fool for you
Oh, that’s something
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts
I can’t stop the dance
Honey, this is my last chance
I can’t stop the dance
Maybe this is my last chance
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts
They beat on black, beat on white
Beat on everything don’t get it right
Beat on you, beat on me, beat on love
I don’t know
How to say what’s got to be said
I don’t know if it’s black or white
There’s others see it red
I don’t get the answers right, I’ll leave that to you
Is this love out of fashion? Or is it the time of year?
Are these words distraction
To the words you wanna hear?
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts beat as one
I try to spit it out
I try to explain
The way I feel
Oh, yeah
Two hearts
I can’t stop the dance
Maybe this is my last chance
I can’t stop the dance
Maybe this is our last chance