June has been an incredibly busy month. I should have enough blog material to last me into fall, but finding the time to write has been a challenge.
Aside from the long list of projects on our to do list, I’ve been preparing inventory for a craft fair I will be doing next weekend. I’m both excited and nervous about the craft fair, but I’m selling with a group of very talented artists and crafters who I’m sure will divert any attention from me, so that is a bit of a relief. I’m not sure I could handle being out there on my own with even the slightest possibility of having every passerby pass me by.
So, what does any of this have to do with Brutus or Prudence? Well, not much. I was attempting to do some reading last night before bed and I read the word “prudence”. Somehow that word clung to my temporal lobe and made a grand feast for those little ear worms that have plagued me for most of my life. Throughout the night I kept waking to the tune of “Dear Prudence”, the Siouxsie and the Banshees version.
This morning, with the song still ringing in my ears, I remembered a post I wrote last year on my (slowly dying) music blog about the last time this song was wedged in my brain. I guess, I will share it with you here:
Originally posted June 6, 2012
Dear Prudence (Siouxsie and the Banshees version)
Go ahead and laugh at me. I laugh at myself all the time. When I first heard this song I thought Siouxsie was saying “Dear Brutus” ( I heard this version before I heard the original) as in Marcus Brutus from Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Julius Caesar. It makes sense doesn’t it? The music has a dreamy quality to it and the lines “wont you come out to play / greet the brand new day”… I can hear the senators as they call out to Brutus to join them in their plot to kill Caesar and rejoice as Caesar’s death will usher in a bright new day for Rome and all her citizens!
I later learned the name of the song was Dear Prudence and was really about Prudence Farrow’s deep dive into meditation while visiting an ashram in India. So I guess the song is more comparable to Eat, Pray, Love than to The Tragedy of Julius Caesar. Apparently Prudence became so deeply absorbed in her meditations, her friends, John Lennon and Paul McCartney, wrote this song as a plea to Prudence to come out and join the world and all it had to offer. My entire Brutus theory fell flat.
It’s too bad the song turned out to be about Prudence Farrow. I actually thought I was onto something with the Brutus scenario. Still, when I hear this song I think of Brutus and his conflict.
(Ok, now you just listen to this song as Siouxsie sings it and TELL me it doesn’t sound like she is saying Brutus.)