No need to talk it out, we know what it’s all about . . . rainy days and Mondays always get me down . . . funny but it seems it’s the only thing to do, run and find the one who loves you . . .
I used to listen to lots of Karen Carpenter. She had such a rich, mellow, expressive voice that wasn’t quite like anyone else’s. Karen sang some upbeat pop tunes such as “Top of the World,” but it’s the melancholy tunes that I seem to sing in my head more often than the happier ones. Karen can make you cry, but it’s a cathartic flow of tears, a satisfying sort of melancholy.
I wonder if Mr. Armitage is a fan? He’s a bit too young to remember the Carpenters in their heyday, but then I am a fan of music and musicians that lived and died before I was even born. You like what speaks to you, whether it’s current or from decades or centuries ago.
This one was used in a lot of weddings back in the day, with its talk of “white lace and promises . . . so much of life ahead, we start out walking and learn to run . . . we’ve only just begun . . .”
I think this calls for a little John and Margaret. And Harry and Gerri. May your Monday be a good one and may any cloudbursts not rain on your parade.