and while we're on the beatles... elanor rigby
this song set in motion my loss of innocence.
not that way you filthy-minded git...
but rather the first time i truly occurred to me that the world could be a cruel and bitter place. i was eight.
dad took mom and i one sunday afternoon to the movie theatre in sandy springs to see a special presentation of "yellow submarine." i had no idea what i was in for.
and while the experience as a whole was - wow, bizarre seems too weak a word, but hell, we'll use it anyway - i loved it nonetheless. if you've seen the film, this needs no further explanation. if you haven't, imagine being a child on an acid trip and you kinda get the sketch of things...
the critical point, however, was that bit toward the beginning with the elanor rigby montage. this was perhaps the only chance i had ever taken to actually listen to the lyrics as paul sang them, rather than simply hearing them. and they made my poor little body shudder. in combination with the images on the screen, the literally made my heart heart. i didn't quite understand why my eyes were welling up, but there was something about the figures with single tears in their eyes that made me feel utter desperation and even a little fear.
when i watch "yellow submarine," i still get through that scene with a bit of emotional difficulty and since that day now 20 years past, as last-witnessed this afternoon, my heart hurts for all the lonely people whenever i hear that string section begin...
not that way you filthy-minded git...
but rather the first time i truly occurred to me that the world could be a cruel and bitter place. i was eight.
dad took mom and i one sunday afternoon to the movie theatre in sandy springs to see a special presentation of "yellow submarine." i had no idea what i was in for.
and while the experience as a whole was - wow, bizarre seems too weak a word, but hell, we'll use it anyway - i loved it nonetheless. if you've seen the film, this needs no further explanation. if you haven't, imagine being a child on an acid trip and you kinda get the sketch of things...
the critical point, however, was that bit toward the beginning with the elanor rigby montage. this was perhaps the only chance i had ever taken to actually listen to the lyrics as paul sang them, rather than simply hearing them. and they made my poor little body shudder. in combination with the images on the screen, the literally made my heart heart. i didn't quite understand why my eyes were welling up, but there was something about the figures with single tears in their eyes that made me feel utter desperation and even a little fear.
when i watch "yellow submarine," i still get through that scene with a bit of emotional difficulty and since that day now 20 years past, as last-witnessed this afternoon, my heart hurts for all the lonely people whenever i hear that string section begin...
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