Interlude Magnitude

April 22nd, 2022

If I had to describe my relationship with music with an outdated Facebook descriptor, it would be complicated.

Some of that stems from the time in my life when I used to make it, which I consider a failure on a number of levels; some of it is rooted in having parents who couldn’t hear it, which gave me guilt about it, and means I lacked a traditional, generational connection to it.

Regardless, music means a lot to me, and it’s a big part of my life.

And that means it has the power to create terribly emotional moments and stir shit up in me that I didn’t know was unsettled.

Tessa Violet made a moment like that tonight.

After a few songs at the Varsity Theater this evening (including one dedicated to me, an alcoholic), she shared that she was having a bad day.

It was a casually honest comment, but it turned the song she sang next, Interlude III, into something I will never forget.

The lyrics spoke exactly to how I’ve been feeling lately, and the way she felt them and gave them to us brought me to more tears than the last episode of This Is Us.

I needed it.

I hope she knows how much it meant.

Here’s the words, and I recommend looking up the song if you dig them.

I woke up today, knowing no one really knows me

Don’t know what to say

All I know is that I’m lonely

But I don’t fuck around

I remove you with a cleft

But now I’ve put you down, I’m afraid I’ve nothing left

God, I want a touch of something new

Something I can keep

All I know is everything I do don’t bare me no relief

Smile button on

I bought it off the shelf

And I’ve been telling all my friends I’ve just been working on myself

Wish that I could learn to trust someone would want to put me first

But I can’t deign to hope while I’m bracing for the worst

God, I want a touch of something new

Something I can keep

All I know is everything I do don’t bare me no relief

God, I want a piece of something new

Something I can hold

All I know is holding back won’t help me learn to let it go

I woke up today, knowing no one really knows me

Don’t know what to say

All I know is that I’m lonely

Published by dennisvogen

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