Monday, May 11, 2009

UPDATE on Bands I've broken up with: Tori Amos edition

I wrote this post a few months ago. It was well received, people were moved.* I was moved too. Moved enough to find Rob. Turns out, it only takes 15 seconds on facebook to find anyone. I was mortified but did the right thing, I let him know about the post below.

Turns out, he is still a great guy. He enjoyed the post. Turns out, he has a great life these days. So, I sent him five questions for a chapter two of this post. You'll see them on Wednesday. Here's the orginal post to prepare.


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"Bands I've broken up with: Tori Amos Edition"

Tori Amos used to be a big fat moon in my nighttime sky. My daytime sky too. Her songs spelled out my story for quite some time.

Her music happened to me during my year abroad. Again, it was a long, naked and punk year. Again, I was nineteen. I was so happy that year. I giggled and giggled most every day. But, it was a solo project. At least at first.







One day, I looked through the personal ads to find a friend. There was a quirky ad that read "looking for a rude girl for a rude boy with eclectic tastes". A bouncy and giggly message was left at the beep. On the other end was Rob.






hello Mr Zebra
can I have your sweater
cause it's cold cold cold
in my heart heart heart
Ratatouille Strychnine
sometimes she's a friend of mine
with a gigantic whirlpool
that will blow your mind






Dating him was fast and fun. He introduced me to a whole new world of men. Men that played rugby and went to bars. Men that danced to ska, wore braces and drank shorties. I fell deeply in love with him. He was the first gentleman I had ever dated. He would open doors and speak softly.

His love of music was impressive. He made me mix tapes that were beyond compare. I found one the other day. He always used a black sharpie to neatly write out all the song and band names. He would even come up with clever titles for the mixes. His touch was always personal.

It felt so avant garde, dating him. So new and other worldly. I had never known anyone like him.

He was a wee bit older than me. Something like five years. I didn't realize it, but I wasn't showing him anything all that new. It was just new to me.

Let me repeat that. I was not new to him. This was a new experience, not being considered so unique, so different. It was the first time I felt normal, among my people. It was like finding a member of my tribe. Maybe I am not so different after all.










nothing gonna stop me from floating
nothing gonna stop me from floating


On every date, I would bring him little gifts from the dollar section at Walgreens. Little items with symbolic meanings. One time I brought him a soap box so that he would also remember to stand on it and speak his mind. It was a blue plastic soap box, but he got the idea anyway.

When we were in bed, we would share twixes, his favorite candy bar. I would keep my tights on for him because at that time, I didn't shave my legs or under arms. Stroking my thighs with the tights was more tactically pleasing.


Look I'm standing naked before you
Don't you want more than my sex
I can scream as loud as your last one
But I can't claim innocence


Feminist inspired hygiene issues aside, he was very charmed by me. I feel deeply in love. So much so that when we talked on the phone, i heard whispers. I want to marry this guy, they said. I told him this. He said he loved me too. He was cautious though, at least that's what I thought he meant.

I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear


Our courtship was interrupted. Rob was in the army and went to serve in Bosnia. That soap box came in handy, it was a travel soap dish after all. We exchanged letters. He wrote about the devastation. How the area where they were stationed was the former site of the Olympics. Now it was a bunch of bombed out buildings. Him and his Sargent use to chuck oranges, breaking the windows.




He would tell me about the locals who had no idea how to make sandwiches for the "Americans". They would just throw a raw fish (complete with bones and scales) right on a bun. Tasty.

At that time, stateside, my love for Tori Amos grew unchecked. I had seen about four of her concerts at that point. I swam under her music, not coming up to breathe for another two years. I was obsessed. To this day I can here two notes from her first three albums (Silent All These Years, Under the Pink, Boys for Pele) and I can still sing any song, chapter and verse. All the lyrics here are from those albums.

All that emotional turmoil, all the things I was feeling was fodder in her songs. However, with each album, she began to lose control of the reins. Her music grew to be blathering. It became repetitive and lost it's meaning.












This was the problem with me too. I had no structure to who I was. My heart was formless and gushed without forethought. I was nowhere near a place of monogamy. Which was the one thing Rob had asked me for.

Ginger is always sincere
Just not to one man


I cheated on Rob, while he was in Bosnia. I don't think I can ever forgive myself for this. He knew about it before I told him. Things were obvious at that point.

found your writing on my wall
if my hearts soaking wet
boy your boots can leave a mess


He broke up with me. There was nothing dramatic about it, he just turned around and walked away, not weeping. But his hurt was overwhelming. My heart felt stomped on by his big army boots. And yes, it left a very big mess. I was a very big mess.

I spent an entire year in mourning. Twelve months of feeling so sad, so hurt. It was horrible. Serves me right. I still dated other people though. LOTS of people. Too many people. They all saw the hurt. My heart was still with him.

boys on my right side
boys on my left side
boys in the middle and you're not here
boys in their dresses
and you're not here


We would talk during this time. Rob was the kind of guy who made it a point to stay in contact with people he loves. He pursued my friendship despite my efforts to shut the door completely. Being with him was painful, I still loved him so much. He was a gentleman and let me heal.

no one's picking up the phone
guess it's me
and this little masochist
she's ready to confess
all the things that i never thought
that she could feel


After a while, things began to warm. I took a greyhound bus to Chicago to see him.

The inevitable backslide occurred. I remember siting across his lap. He was sitting up, facing me. We were in bed, waking up. I remember pontificating about my future. What was the next step? I could move down to Chicago and be his girlfriend. But, no. That wouldn't be right. He readily agreed.

I didn't realize it, but at the time, he never invited me to move in. He didn't call attention to this fact. He was a very kind man.

I had decided that my next step was to go to nursing school. Which I did.

I will always regret how I hurt Rob. How careless I was with his heart. I still ache when I think about it. Serves me right.

But I had to leave Tori behind. I had to eventually break up with her and her band. Too much drama from too much freedom.

I still have all of Rob's letters from his time in Bosnia though.

There is no way in hell I am going to read them. Maybe in ten years, but not now and not anytime soon.

I can thank him though, he was the first real man I dated. It was a good lesson to learn, what it is to be respected and heard. He never quite understood me though, but even I didn't understand me at that point. Never quite had a handle on me. That would be Mr. Hall's future job.






We kept in touch after I started nursing school. He did meet Mr. Hall. In fact, he took the very first picture of Mr. Hall and I. They liked each other, bantered about their respective time in the Army. Rob even stood up in our wedding. The last I had heard from him, was when I was pregnant with my daughter. I still miss him.





Take care Rob, you are an awesome guy.




hello Mr Zebra
can I have your sweater
cause it's cold cold cold
in my heart heart heart
Ratatouille Strychnine
sometimes she's a friend of mine
with a gigantic whirlpool
that will blow your mind







Mr. Zebra is one minute and 34 seconds long.

Take a listen, you already read through the lyrics ;)



*Comments from the orginal post can be found HERE

9 Left a message at the beep:

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

When Rob read this he asked, "Does [your husband] read your blog? Has he read this?"

I get that question a lot. And it puzzles me. But, yes, Mr. Hall reads everything I write. After all, without Mr. Hall, this blog would have a whole different name. ;)

Slyde said...

i remember this post from the first go-round.

it really shows how good a writer you are, and how much emotion you can draw forth from the written word...

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

AHH SLYDE!! Thank you! I strive to get to the root of things, to put my emotions where my mouth is. And still be coherent in the process.

Thanks for reading Slyde!

:)

Big Pissy said...

I remember it too.

I think it's great that you found Rob. I look forward to the rest of the story. :)

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

It was a pretty unforgettable post :)

thanks Pissy ;)

B.E. Earl said...

I knew from his personal ad that he would introduce you to ska. I was a rudeboy wannabe back in the day. Even had my own porkpie hat.

Great post, by the way. :)

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

Earl: yeah, I knew you were a rude boy! (we had that discussion in the comments somewhere else already :)

but, thank you, and thank you for leaving your original comments on the orginal post.

:)

Porkpie Hat!!!

Heff said...

I'd break up with Tori too. She looks a little plain.

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

Heff: Yeah, she may look plane, but

it's always the plan looking ones you need to watch out for!!!

:)

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