Like a new broken heart they split in two
Never finding the glue to put them back.
She didn’t want him to find someone new
She knew her honesty was not in lack.
She thought hard and long to find the answer
To find if it was something she had said.
The anguish ate at her heart like cancer
Months of depressing thoughts ran in her head.
“It’s hard to be strong when I feel so weak
It’s hard to love when I have been broken
It’s hard to be certain when hope is meek
It’s hard to say after all words are spoken”
Then the solution came slowly and dim
She realized she was better without him.
Don’t protect the innocent
Break the bad news
Be a friend?
…Be a man!
In the morning she must have,
Make your ex-it,
You could never,
Make me laugh
Growing up I always knew there were something different about my relationship with music viruses other kids my age.
I have a vivid memory of driving in my father’s red Mustang convertible with the top down on they way to grab some ice cream singing, Meat Loaf’s “I Would Do Anything for Love”.
I remember the opening of that album scared the s**t out of me because I knew the album cover featured a man on a motorcycle coming face to face with a huge red bat! Yikes! At 8 years-old, that could make a kid wonder, “Why are my parents letting me listen to this music?”
Well, I am sure glad they did.
The thing I remember most about music in the Scoggins’ household was sneaking down into the basement and looking at my parent’s vinyl collection. I say I was sneaking down because I knew the collection was special to them (it was all alphabetized) and that it was a collection that had been cultivated for years and years.
Most of the collection belonged to my father, Led Zeppelin, Dire Straits, The Rolling Stones, Santana, and Cream to name a few. But my mother had her contributions also, The Original ‘Annie’ Soundtrack (which I would later play constantly and sing along to) and my favorite, The Beatles ‘Rubber Soul’. But the one that stands out most in my mind was Fleetwood Mac ‘Rumors’.
Being that he was around in the hay day of rockin’ roll, it had always seemed like my father had a rather large collecting of his favorite records, (I would guess he currently has 60-80) but he revealed to me that as a young man his mother got rid of his records when he left the nest.
I guess I take for granted my iPod can hold all of my music and is accessible at my fingertips.
Now I have begun my own small collection of vinyl record and feel a small connection to my parents because of it. Must have been exciting to go buy a big record, carry it under your arm home, plop it on your hi-fi, listen to it and check out the album artwork.
How music has changed.
Why would someone want a blog?
Well the truth is, I have no idea.
A blog is set up to share thoughts, photos, videos and ideas…. that sounds nice… right?
I like to share.
I also now live 3,000 miles from many people that I love and I see this tumblr as a platform to share with all of them. Keep them informed about my new fabulous life here is Los Angles, California!
Anyway, this tumblr will be an experiment and an adventure for those who read it.
I promise that most of this will be full of diverse ideas and thoughts, based around random inspiration and people. I have tons of amazing people in my life here in LA and back home in good old Rhode Island, that inspire me everyday in various ways.
So hello, my name is Sara and here are my thoughts.
The thoughts of a lovely gal.