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Not another song… Yes! I suspect that what I write is not a matter of choice at all. Is it chance, that implacable, impenetrable twisting of fate? I mean that branching of inchoate inclination to switch radio stations while on Fayban Parkway on the way to Starbucks.
Whether chance or choice, I’ll never get outside of the matrix to “see” for myself which alternative is true. I am on this ride for as long as it lasts, I can only tip my hat to whoever, or whatever is at the controls.
Why this tune? Did I chose,..or was the choice already made?
While driving this morning this tune by Boston reached my mind, or better said struck a resonating note with my entire being. I could not follow the lyrics exactly. Indeed the story is intricate, so the listener is hardly able to follow as line by line comes — detailing the emotional nuance attached to the prospect of putting words to bodily-felt passion, when everything depends upon timing. Too early or too late, and all can be lost. What is at stake? Nothing less than the possibility of a lifelong pursuit of fulfillment with the person that one cherishes. Marianne, will she walk away?
As noted, I followed the lyrics with difficulty. The bass back beat of the drummer, representing the heart beat of the singer, insistently increases as if becoming the heartbeat of Being itself. Is not that precisely how things seem? Passion transforms everything, nothing is excluded from the hyper-real. And then the distorted guitar licks shimmer with undulating brilliance.
The tune released in 1976 is one of Boston’s greatest. The song speaks for itself.
