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A Thought for Today

Life is a search for friendship.

 

Hi Ken,

I've held on writing on this subject for a long while, because, of course, different Mckuen poems and songs work at different times in different moods. But, at a critical time in my life, in 1975, one song of Rod's became my friend, my counsellor, my inner voice. That song was "The Single Man."

I had been in business with my husband, ( though not in any average/normal sense.) We were on stage together every night - we spent 24 hours of every day together.

Then, quite suddenly though the path had been rocky and I was aware we were taking separate roads, he was gone. He moved out of my life, our home and our business. I was conscious for the first time ever of being alone, in the sense of not having another half of me, not on stage or in my life. And I was only 30 years old.

I had two very young daughters and *our* song was Paul Williams, "You and Me Against the World". But to them I was Mummy, and my job was to keep reinforcing for them that their daddy loved them and nothing had really changed. In my heart though, I knew it was a lie. Dear God I was scared. From 24 hours a day to a sense of total loneliness, isolation.

The first time I heard the words

"I live alone
that hasn't always been
easy to do
for just a single man
Sometimes at night
the walls talk back at me
They seem to say
wasn't yesterday
a better day?"

I cried, no I howled. I must have been heard blocks away. I wallowed in misery and self-pity and that was okay. Rod's words gave me permission to do that. And those same words told me "it gets easier... even though there will always be times when you hurt, you can do it" To paraphrase the Twenty-Third psalm, it was a case of "My Rod and his stuff comfort me!" *smile*

I must have played that song a thousand times or more in the two years that followed. It got easier to listen to the words, cry a lot, and accept that I was alone, though I never did get used to it. Being all of *me* has never appealed to me as much as being one half of *us*. But once I learned that it's okay to face a life alone and go on, even though you might not like it, and that it takes a certain kind of courage to say "This is who I am and I make no apologies for it", it became much easier.

Then I learned to appreciate the song not as an emotionally empathetic and cathartic experience ( most of Rod's songs are for me, visceral first, I don't analyse them) but as a truly lovely melody and a haunting and movingly honest lyric.

I no longer live alone, but I still love the song, and I am so glad that it was part of my life during the darkness of 75-76.

PS ... Interestingly, the song that I then took up as my anthem following The Single Man was "I'll Catch the Sun" - and it still remains an important part of my life.

Hope you're well Ken and the family is fine. Don't work too hard. Take care.

Coral

Thanks for this contribution, Coral, and Happy Birthday for yesterday. It never ceases to amaze me just how often Rod's work, be it a poem or song, has got someone through tough times as you described above. We have to meet one day, Coral, if only to discuss our mutual love of McKuen, Webb and Williams (sounds like a law firm!) as the finest songwriters of our generation.

Got a favorite McKuen song or poem? Drop me a line at ken@mckuen.com and I'll include it right here.

                                - Ken, Johannesburg, October 13

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THE SINGLE MAN

I live alone
that hasn't always been                                                          easy to do for just a single man.
Sometimes at night the walls talk back to me
they seem to say wasn't yesterday a better day.

Always alone
at home or in a crowd
the single man off on his private cloud
caught in a world that few men understand
I am what I am a single man.

Once was a time
I can't remember when
the house was filled with love
but then again it might have been
imagination's plan to help along the single man.

                         - © 1968, Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen
© 1970, 1986, 1999 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan
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