Kat’s Music and Comics Corner Vol. 2 Issue #1
Like painted kites, those days and nights, they went flyin’ by
I was originally going to return to my weekly blog (which has moved from Wednesday to Friday) by writing about volume 1 of Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, which my friend kindly lent to me but, alas, I did not have time to finish it so I had to think of an alternate song or comic to write about. As I was trying to come up with an idea, I decided to scroll through my Spotify playlists (still dreading for my three-month 99 cents subscription to end) and came across a nostalgic song on a playlist I made entitled, Scream. It was Frank Sinatra’s lamentation of a summer gone by and I thought ‘what’s more timely than a song about the end of a vacation’ or, for those who worked or went to school, the end of nice breezy, humid weather that I’d personally have over biting, finger and toe numbing winter.
The first time I heard this song was in one of my all-time favorite films, Matchstick Men*(with one of my all-time favorite performers, Nicolas Cage). I mistakenly remembered it playing as the opening sequence song for the movie and the fake reel of a car window perspective as it drove by 50s style homes came to mind. But even though that whole memory wasn’t real, I think it’s important, well at least for me, because it’s what I like to associate with summer. Long car rides with the window rolled down and looking out at suburbia or the highway or the city. These are the things that I feel when I hear Sinatra sing about his romance with what some might interpret as (and really it probably is) a woman, but I think it’s his romance with summer. She comes seasonally for a couple months every year for a fling full of sun, romance, and happiness, but then the wind calls for her to leave again, And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end/My fickle friend, the summer wind
Our relationships with summer are all different. Some people may think ‘is it fall yet?” and others might think ‘I’m ready for those beautiful flowers to bloom so my horrible boss can get allergies’ and some people may just think ‘I really don’t like to sweat’. Next Friday is the first day of fall, but for me, it’s the day that I break-up with summer. Our long, heated, three-month love affair must come to an end and like Sinatra sings about the coming autumn and winter winds: And still the days, those lonely days, they go on and on
*The featured image is from the 2003 Ridley Scott (director of Bladerunner and Alien) film, Matchstick Men. I thought it was appropriate because it looks like a snapshot of a break-up scene. Summer is the pretty, young girl and I’m Nicolas Cage, the sad, middle-aged man whose heart is about to be broken. This scene is totally taken out of context though, so bear that in mind.
– Kathryn “Kat” Fornier