Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Merry in mauve
I can’t decide whether the years have made Richard Butler more measured, more mature, more poignant . . . or simply more tired.
Psych Furs, Pretty in Pink, 2007.
Was reminded of this while reading an old, old post of mine on loss of innocence. Here’s the coherent part:
Maybe we focus on the sexual angle because that, at least, is a pleasant (or at least humorous!) memory. And, maybe for some people, the loss of virginity does equate with the loss of innocence. But for me, and I suspect for most people, loss of innocence meant coming to terms with the real world. I wouldn’t take that innocence back no matter how much you paid me — because it would only mean having to lose it all over again.
D.
I find it amusing that at the end of the video they felt the need to tell us the audio and video were not from the same event. Orly?
I began to lose my innocence when I was diagnosed with diabetes when I was 9, and it was completely gone when my father died when I was 13. That’s long before I lost my virginity. I tried to get it back several times, but realized that was not a return to innocence, but living in denial.
I like this song done by Amanda Palmer. I also like her version of Creep on the ukulele. But I like this mellower version of PiP.
nox, yeah, it was my wife getting sick that took away any bit of innocence I had left. Sickness is inherently unfair, which is one reason why docs notoriously like to blame as much as they can on the patient . . .
Lyvvie, I’ll have to see if I can find Amanda Palmer’s version.