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.
What goes into the making of a hit song? This is a curious question. If there was one true answer, everyone would be doing it, and nothing would actually end up being a hit. Right? Conspiracy theorists like to believe that the major labels have some sort of computer algorithm that can predict if a song is a hit or not. As the British say: Bullocks. They don’t know any better than any one else, the different is, they’re in a position of power to sell something.