Bluer Than Blue

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Well, I'm bluer than blue, sadder than sad - you're the only life this empty room has ever had - Life without you is going to be - bluer than blue.

Remember that song?

It was popular about twenty years ago written and performed by someone named Michael Johnson

I don't have to miss no tv shows, I can't start my whole life over - change the number on my telephone, but the nights will sure be colder 'cause I'm bluer than blue, sadder than sad - you're the only life...

Great song. I just happened to catch it on Sirius love songs because E Street Radio was playing a scratchy concert version of Bruce doing Twist and Shout - sorry Bruce, that's Lennon's song.

I used to walk thru record stores asking anyone if they had a cassette tape of the guy - then I graduated to CD - asked some more - couldn't find him in the folk section, pop section, or any section - always wanted the song for my collection.

...I can run through the house screaming, and no one will ever hear me. I really should be glad, but I'm...

You can hear the angst in the guy's voice - he's really going to miss her. He's not chasing her, mind you, and somehow you get the feeling he'll adjust, but there's little hope that he'll ever be happy again.

Awesome communication - whether you like that type of music or not...and it is simply done, wonderfully arranged, and we never heard from the guy again. Perhaps he's still running through the house screaming, trying to be glad.

Bluer than blue. Sadder than sad. You're the only life this empty room has ever had. Life without you is going to be - Bluer than blue.

Man, and then I wonder about why I love to write so much. 26 simple words written in that last excerpt - each one in the perfect spot to convey a world filled with hurt, love, confusion, despair, even hopefulness. I defy you not to feel something!

It doesn't help that I feel it too. missing someone is a lonely proposition and we've all been there.

How can I find a copy of that for the Ipod?

Any helpers? I'd pay Michael Johnson for it. He deserves to be paid. Poor guy.

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Carrie Lynn Fazzolari said…
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27 March, 2010
Stacey said…
Have you checked iTunes? You can get a whole album of his for $6.99 or the single song for $1.29. I may just have to put that one on my wish list. It would work perfectly with my mourning music when the blues hit me while missing my hubby.
27 March, 2010
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