Welcome to Radio Quotidia, episode 12. This month’s theme Lost and Found, 13 minutes or so of music and musings. Quentin Bega here at the mic. I’m broadcasting from a studio in the depths of Quotidia inside a digital onion. My aim to keep you entertained for a while.
Today we deal with teenage love as well as love in old age. Let us start in the maelstrom of hormones turbocharging the adolescent brain that finds expression in all sorts of media from the ubiquitously crude anatomical scrawls on the doors and walls of public toilets to the sublime lines of William Shakespeare’s deathless drama: Romeo and Juliet.
Between the dung-pit of the former and the sunlit pinnacle of the latter, you will no doubt be able to slot in many examples of your own. Listen to the Bard now: Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs./Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;/Being vex’d a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears./So says the grandiloquent Romeo, but Juliet effortlessly surpasses his efforts at expressing love- as found here, Give me my Romeo, and, when I shall die,/Take him and cut him out in little stars,/And he will make the face of heaven so fine/That all the world will be in love with night,/And pay no worship to the garish sun./
In a previous Letters from Quotidia I recounted a poem I used with year-nine teenage students purportedly written by an Australian girl named Merrill Glass whose boyfriend had gone off to Vietnam. Whether true or apocryphal, it had a powerful effect on my classes, Remember the time you lent me your car and I dented it?/I thought you’d kill me…/But you didn’t.//Remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was/formal, and you came in jeans?/I thought you’d hate me…/But you didn’t.//Remember the times I’d flirt with/other boys just to make you jealous, and you were?/I thought you’d drop me…/But you didn’t.//There were plenty of things you did to put up with me,/to keep me happy, to love me, and there are so many things I wanted to tell/you when you returned from/Vietnam…/But you didn’t.//
The song I offer as a study in teenage love has two godparents: First, Wordsworth, who defined poetry as emotion recollected in tranquillity. In writing this song I was recollecting, in wine-assisted tranquillity, how I felt as a teenager caught a maelstrom over the developing relationship with my girlfriend- who is now my wife- ineffable proof that even miserable sods like me can strike it lucky. Second godfather, Thomas Hardy, who was 72 when he began to write some of the most moving love poems to his wife Emma. Now- deluded as I may be about a lot of things- I’m not about to compare myself to these giants! Here is From Your Spell I wrote when I was 72- like Hardy- and there I will leave the comparison! [insert song]
The final song of this episode is one I never imagined I would write, as I was speculating about it all those years ago. I was a callow youth with pimples and pretensions. Hey Joe, knocked me sideways when first I heard it, and Purple Haze knocked me completely out of the park! In that summer of 1967, I went into a music store to buy Hendrix’s first LP, and the strangest thing happened: the girl behind the counter tried to talk me out of making the purchase! Something prompted her to attempt to save me from…who knows? I bought the LP after a brief tussle, and I have no ill after-effects to report more than 55 years later.
The B side of Purple Haze was 51st Wedding Anniversary and I had just started going out with my girlfriend, later to be my wife, and remember puzzling about what such an anniversary would be like for me, for us. I don’t need to puzzle any more as that very anniversary occurred on 3rd July 2022. Here is the song I wrote to mark the occasion- Our 51st Wedding Anniversary Song. [insert song] Next month’s episode features the lyrics of Robert Hunter and A. E. Housman, each writing about our sublime celestial satellite, the moon. And as proof that they are wordsmiths of quality- they don’t reach for the rhymes June or spoon either!
Credits: All written text, song lyrics and music (including background music) written and composed by Quentin Bega unless otherwise specified in the credits section after individual posts. Illustrative excerpts from other texts identified clearly within each podcast. I donate to and use Wikipedia frequently as one of the saner sources of information on the web.
Technical Stuff: Microphone- Shure SM58; (for the podcast spoken content) Audio Technica AT 2020 front-facing with pop filter); Apogee 76K also used for songs and spoken text. For recording and mixing down: 64-bit N-Track Studio 9 Extended used; Rubix 22 also used for mixing of microphone(s) and instruments. I use the Band in a Box/RealBand 2023 combo for music composition.