Does a particular tune cause you to travel to places no man has gone before?
My musical muse today is the dynamic duo of Queen and Bowie singing Under Pressure. Synchronistically speaking, that song’s been appearing quite frequently for me, of late. Might that be a sign that I need to cross-dress or book a flight on a space shuttle with Major Tom?
“It’s the terror of knowing what the world is about…” ~ Queen’s Under Pressure
Why only today, on Teen Writer’s Bloc (wink, wink…nudge, nudge) a fabulous site for writers of teen fare to co-mingle, I ran headlong into the aforementioned tune. Part of the way through Dhonielle’s witty blog entry, the gifted author suddenly cued Under Pressure and I could hear its poignant rhythms tapping SOS signals to my brain.
The recent obsession with pressure-filled songs actually began with a rendering of Billy Joel’s Pressure on Sirius Radio, two days prior, and progressed onward from there, when my temporary land-locked sea hubby played Bowie on his iphone. Soon after, I answered a sudden craving to download Under Pressure on Itunes.
Though I’ve heard the lyrics countless times and should have the words committed to memory by now, it’s one of those songs you only sing the chorus to, and dippity-doo-da the rest. At the time, I was multi-tasking—a feat most unusual for me–while listening to BoQueen, and penning some Glee fan fiction www.fanfiction.net. Puckleberry fic is a guilty pleasure of mine, I’ll not soon give up, even if my writing career should one day soar as sweetly as the mythical goddess, JK Rowling. Okay, maybe she’s not so mythical, but I think in time she may actually become a constellation.
Not long after my voice grew hoarse from screaming the refrain with such unparalleled gusto—causing the divine Queen to awaken from his crypt–I fell asleep. The next morning I awoke from a dream in which I was on a submarine (unaccompanied by the Beatles—I’m afraid), that was many leagues submerged under the sea, and…yes, you guessed it: I was Under Pressure.
Once I was up and about, I soon forgot about Queen, Bowie, The yellow-less Submarine, and decided to write this blog. But alas, I had not accomplished any meaningful procrastination, as of yet. So, true to form, I whittled away precious minutes on Facebook, and came across someone’s article, rather randomly, that—you guessed it–cued the song: Under Pressure.
“Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking…” ~ Queen
To be honest, I felt insulted that my musical muse left such an obvious trail of neon breadcrumbs for me to follow. Does she think me so simple-minded that I can only decipher that which is shouted at me by two of my favorite recording artists?
Really, Muse, you must do better than this. I pride myself on my astute knowledge of symbolic interpretation–though no one has stepped up, as of yet, to confirm my expertise. With little or no trouble at all I, of course, knew immediately what you were trying to convey to me with this song.
“What is it?” you ask.
Hmmm….Well, I’ll have my secretary get back to you on that.