I’ve been listening to Tori Amos’ “Silent All These Years” on repeat for the last forty-five minutes or so. It’s a delightful break from the repeated airing of Jackson Browne’s “Doctor My Eyes” and Neko Case’s “People Got a Lotta Nerve.” It’s the version of “Silent All These Years” from Rare on Air Vol. 1, the one with the Leonard Cohen introduction (“I’ve heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name, women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips, it is because I hear a man climb the stairs and clear his throat outside our door” which, incidentally always makes me think of Billy Bragg and the way he says “poetry”).
Whenever I get to the part of the song that goes “what if I’m a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it.” I think of this short story I heard read back in like 1992 or 1993.
So as I’m listening to the song for the sixth time, I think I should write about how amazing that story is because I still remember it after only listening to it once seventeen years ago. That’s a long, long time to remember a story.
But as I was writing I had that odd sense of deja vu. Wait, wait. . . yeah I did write about that back in 2004. How annoying (the cryptoblogging at the beginning of the post, clearly I didn’t want to talk about the takeover of little software company by Hell, Inc.).
So here’s the conundrum one with an aging blog and nearly nine years of archives intact faces, is it okay to repeat yourself? Because really how many people have been lingering around since 2004 and remember that one lame post with the cryptic beginning? Or do you just suck it up and marvel at that story all alone?