I am by my very nature a morbid person. As in scary morbid, folks. But I can't be the only (reasonably healthy) person to wonder about my own funeral and what songs should be played. [Oh, shit, you mean I am the only one who does that? I like being unique and all, but I don't know if this is one special trait I want.]
Yeah, so, anyway, about my funeral. I'm particularly enthralled of late with Springsteen's Terry's Song. I know the back story of it, and it makes me quite pitifully sad sometimes as I listen to it.
Not a sad song by any means, but I'm also a huge fan of Thunder Road. Takes me back so far. "It's a town full of losers, and I'm pulling out of here to win." Wow, that last line in the song just might be relevant in death, right?
I'll need Wreck on the Highway, of course. It is a very sad song, and I always think of my dad when I hear it.
Also on The River album is the hell of a great song The Price You Pay. Might as well have the crowd jumping. [What the hell makes me think there will be a crowd? I dunno. Maybe just a handful of folks -- ideally quite old, thank you very much -- will come to my funeral. But I still want them drumming to the beat.]
All right, enough of this. You get the picture, right? I'll be a Springsteen fanatic to the grave. And something has me thinking of the grave. Perhaps it's the 43-year-old fellow churchgoer who died a couple of weeks ago. Perhaps it's the constant listening to the Magic album. [Do I date myself horribly by referring to them as "albums"?] Or perhaps it's seeing the gorgeous sky tonight, and feeling quite insignificant in the overall scheme of things.