Well, since I’m feeling a bit depressed and overwhelmed today due to the mountains of boxes littering our apartment and the various tasks that need to be accomplished before I can actually sit down in a peaceful home and work on my art…
“F-ing moving boxes everywhere, ruining my life…multiplying before my eyes”
Let’s start with this:
THIS…is one of my all-time favorite songs because it’s beautiful all on its own…but its connected to one of my all-time favorite movies.
This song warms and then breaks my heart.
This song makes me think of so much: being the strange artsy girl who lived in her aunt’s attic, the girl who was both extremely introspective and extremely talkative, who was reprimanded for excessive reading, who loved William Blake, the PreRaphaelites (we all had that phase, right?), the girl who spent countless hours researching esoteric knowledge, who oil painted at midnight….
all while my family thought I was perfectly…insane.
My Family: “Wanting to play violin? Wanting to learn Latin? Highly Gifted? When will the madness end?!?”
Anyhoo…the song “Nature Boy” was also one of the many pieces of media that convinced me there was a boy out there who (unlike my family and the rest of the world (aka my classmates)) would understand me and want to explore the world with me.
Teenage Me: “He’s out there…right now…maybe thinking about me too. We’re existing under the same sky.”
Meanwhile my future husband….
Let’s just say he was preoccupied with other pursuits.
C’est la vie.
Anyway, if you were born in the 80s (or before) you know probably know what life-changing movie I’ve been referencing.
I’ve been talking about this early 90s masterpiece:
I, of course, own this beauty; the 90s white VHS version:
I can’t explain to you how much this movie meant to me as a girl/teen.
And a few years later, when I actually met my (future) boyfriend (now husband) he fit the description of “Nature Boy” perfectly.
He loved nature, he was outdoorsy, he was strange, shy, and definitely “sad of eye;” he basically had an aura of naive sadness around him and I was oh so sure (after he stalkerishly made me fall in love with him) I should be the one to heal any hurt in his heart. It was actually the hollow sadness that poured from his unreadable eyes, not his attempts at conversation, that made me want to know him.
Ah the sweet oblivion of youth.
Enjoy the song.
And watch the preview.
I’m sure it’s one of the most beautiful modern pieces on love, ever made.
It still hurts my heart to watch it.
p.s. If you see words, posters, or links in my post, those are things that I’ve handpicked and put in my blog especially for you. They lead to more information and if you like, you can buy what is featured; it’s usually a book, an online movie rental, or a cool product.