Author: Jody Whitesides

It’s been a over a decade now since the 9-11 event occurred. It’s amazing to think all that has happened in it’s aftermath. Right now it feels like certain parts of the world haven’t forgotten and other parts will never remember. Historians generally say that people will always remember where they were when a major world changing event occurred. I was woken by a phone call after a very late night while living in Southern California. The night before, or rather a few hours before, I had finished recording a demo for a song whose first line was: The end of the world has come and gone, we’re still standing imagine that. Bizarre.

Today, I intend to go on with my normal schedule with creating music, having meetings, etc. Cursory glances on social media shows that everywhere I turn people are posting about 9-11. Some posting remembrances of 9-11. Others posting that they’re upset that people aren’t taking stock about 9-11. It runs a wide range. This is own little piece of adding the social noise.

Actually, I’d rather have you listen to a very moving song by Sarah McLachlan called In The Arms Of The Angel. It’s extremely moving. Written prior to the 9-11 event, it is still very fitting. Watch the video I found on YouTube in tribute and figure out how you prefer to remember or forget what happened.

In The Arms Of The Angel 9-11

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction
Or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack

It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

Peace.