The Crown of Love
I’ve been thinking a lot about running lately. And, I’ve been doing a lot of running in place (in my office with the door shut or with my curtains drawn in my flat.) How’s that for a mental image? If you met me after, say, 2007, this is going to sound ridiculous, but I assure you that I have not always been built like a weeble. My friend Tom, awhile back, decided that he was going to run a ultramarathon. I thought, hey, if he can train to run 100 miles, that I could train to run a portion of that and I could pace him. (He was looking for pacers at the time.)
So, I used to wait until sun went down and run around my neighborhood. And, sometimes I would meet Tom at the track and run with him. Tom is an incredibly patient and wonderful human being. He’d run with me, at my speed, and then when I was done he’d do his real training. You can tell someone really loves something when they take the time to share that love with people who are nowhere near their level.
About that time, Arcade Fire’s Funeral came out. My other friend, Jonathon, who is also a runner recommended that I pick it up and do my jogging to it. Jonathon and I have always had similar workout music taste and I already had picked up Funeral, so it was worth going out for a jog to it. (On an unrelated note: if when you hit a plateau with your workout program, I recommend Iron Maiden.)
So, yesterday I was sitting on my sofa, winding down at the end of the day when “Crown of Love” popped into my head by Arcade Fire. Sometimes, songs stand all on their own and I think “Crown of Love” is a good example of that. It is a good song all by itself. But, I remember there being something special about the album Funeral as a whole. So, I got it out and I listened to it. It is theatrical and exciting. This album was an impulse buy when I first bought it. I had read a little about the band and I wanted to see what everyone was talking about, so on an impulse I picked it up. At the time I had been listening to a bunch hardcore bands and this was such a change of pace with melodies, strings, a story. Given that I’ve been jogging in place and trying to blog about love this month, it isn’t a surprise that this song popped into my head. Maybe I’m wrong about it, but I feel like this song as a “Send in the Clowns” feel to it. A sort of “I let it fade and it turns out I was wrong to do that.” I just have this thought attached to this song, this notion that you have to be careful with love. And, sometimes it dies and sometimes it grows and sometimes you fuck up and have to be taken into receivership until you can sort things out.
Right, I’m going to go jog in place some more.
Album: Funeral
Band: Arcade Fire
Song: Crown of Love
