Tuesday, May 24, 2011

A Cry For Me

Try not to become a man of success. Rather become a man of value.

Albert Einstein
Hello Guam
Now you say you're lonely
You cry the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I don't like to spend any time thinking back over my career. There are a few events that happened, funny theatre stories, that still amuse me to think about. But most of the 50 year career I don't mind forgetting.

Sunday evening I was sitting on the front porch watching the actors in the company house pack up, say good bye to each other and leave town, most of them on their way back to New York City. Someone might ask if I was jealous. But I wasn't. I sat calmly and watched realizing that was me in a former life.

The only thing that really worries me is if in all those 50 years of being a performing artist I ever did anything that was really valuable.
Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Many years ago I did a play in Boston. Next door to the theatre was a cocktail lounge with a pianist. I used to like going in for a couple of drinks before I went home. One night the pianist played "Cry Me A River" in such a soulful and beautiful way that I went up to the piano, thanked him and slipped a couple of dollars into his oversized brandy snifter. After that whenever I came into the lounge he would modulate from whatever he was playing and into Cry Me A River. As a result it became one of my favorite songs and whenever I hear it I remember the magical way in which that pianist played it.

Another time, late at night, in a New York subway station I heard it played by a man with a saxophone, all by himself at the far end of the platform.
You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember, all that you said
You told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me
I wonder sometimes if I was ever able to affect someone's life as graphically as that pianist did, as the saxophonist did, for me and my life. I don't cry over what was and is no more. Life moves on. Now I'm a writer and a painter. But I still wonder if I was ever of any value, to someone, at some moment in my life, who will remember me because I touched them in the way I was touched.
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do
Come on and cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I don't cry over what was and is no more. I cry over what might have been.
I cried a river over you

DB - The Vagabond
(Song by Arthur Hamilton)
Never give up

(This is not a contest)

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NASA has planned to send a two man mission on an 18 month trip to the planet Mars. It would take 6 months for the astronauts to get there and after 6 months of exploration another 6 months to return.

Should they do it and why, and if not, why not?


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1 comment:

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

From the stories you have told, I know you have affected others. If nothing else, know that when I stop my current work life, your activities will inspire me to find new outlets for myself.