Be alone anymore :: Evan & Juliana Day

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Here Readers and Listeners, have a flower – it’s Evan and Juliana Day!

It’s that day, that “time of the month“, and that moment when my favorite music and pop-culture blogger, At The Library, and I concentrate, celebrate, and collaborate on our shared love for all things Evan Dando and Juliana Hatfield.

For this month’s day I decided to tie together “arms” and Evan and Julia songs. Alright, yes, I notice now that read out loud that sounds creepy and kind of “Serial Killer” like, but honestly that is not where I’m going with this. I actually see the theme tied together by the thought of falling (whether in love, or out of despair and giving up) and catching (whether in love, or friendship, with each other). Just go with it, and hopefully it will come together, and not  make you want to run away in fear.

(Just look at the flowers…)

Into Your Arms :: The Lemonheads

I know a place,
that’s safe and warm,
from the crowd.”

In 1993, there were so many changes going on in my life that I often woke up dizzy and shaking, that is, when I was able to sleep at all. I was trying to sort out a bad relationship, throwing all the pieces out in front of me, like a jigsaw puzzle, frantically contemplating, trying and failing, to put the right piece to the right piece, until the picture came clear. We were supposed to be a “happy family”, but too many of the pieces fell through the cracks in the floor boards, and into the couch cushion portals into nowhere.

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I needed arms to fall into, arms to catch me, arms to wrap around my fragile frame and help me forget how broken I had become. I wanted to not feel alone anymore.

Into Your Arms (live) :: Evan Dando
(*sigh eternally*)

And, if I should fall,
I know I won’t be alone,
be alone anymore.”

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Friendship was where it began. He was there when we moved in, a “friend of a friend” indeed, helping us lug boxes and an over-sized armoire up the narrow stairs. I had seen him before, a face in the crowd, without a name, or any real significance in my life. But now, well, he kept coming around, offering help, running out for coffee filters when we were out, bringing over VHS copies taped from the TV of Twin Peaks, staying up all night with me while I pretended to not notice my “he” had not come home, again.

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One afternoon it all crashed down on me. The baby was crying, the mail included three brightly colored “pay or else” statements, and “his” newest fuck-buddy had come by to look me in the face, and then look away, not realizing there was a family on the other side of the door for her to break. He found me cross-legged and reeling on the floor, my own arms wrapped around my body, rocking and wailing, alone. He wrapped his arms around me and promised that I did not have to be alone any longer.

Into Your Arms (live) :: Evan Dando & Juliana Hatfield

Whoa, into your arms,
I can go,

I can go…

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Yes, throw your arms around me, and look at the flowers, it’s the 14th, after all.