We are all getting old and as you age love sometimes loses its glorious appeal for other things, like that big plate of spaghetti or that extra helping of cake and ice cream. The male mind is not so focused on females, on sex, on the ups and downs of the emotion life and on the bitter dregs that accompany female rejection. Plato, in The Republic, has Sophocles say that the end of sexual yearning is like escaping from a vicious tyrant, usually quoted as "being unchained from a lunatic". And yet we sing to our lunacy, think of all the love songs that lunacy generates. And this leads me to Bill Nelson's songs for Jan. There was once a time when Jan was woven into the fabric of everything musical, songs like Portrait of Jan with Flowers to dedications of whole albums. As an audience we listen and appreciate.
Those days are gone, alas. But as a reminder to those heady times I would like Bill to consider doing a song of mine in the fashion of Red Noise. Where Bill would write of the effervescent beauties, charms and subtleties of love I tend to write in the other direction -- usually relieving my soul of a riot of not so exquisite torment. But I know Bill can write and appreciate dirges as well, e.g., Finks and Stooges of the Spirit.
That this song should be in another part of the site, some may say so. But this song is not about me. Rather, this is my gift to Bill. This song points to his Red Noise period, to his trials and tribulations with love, and is a song I think he could do that brings a new/old aspect of Eros back into the conversation. There has been plenty of talk to do covers, and if Stairway to Heaven is too foreign or uninteresting to Bill's tastes, then perhaps this song would do.
This is my gift to a very talent man.