When I was little, one of
my absolute favorite shows was The Wonder Years. As much as I enjoyed watching the trials and tribulations of
little Kevin Arnold and the sweet voiceovers, the thing that pulled me in was
the theme song:
“With a Little Help From
My Friends” by the amazing Joe Cocker.
I had no idea that The
Beatles sang it first until the show was off of the air. I dismiss most remakes as
pale imitations of the originals* but in this case, there is simply no
comparison. I have no desire to
denigrate The Beatles (who many people worship as Gods…they were never my deal)
but even if we put the magnificent quality of Cocker’s voice aside, his version
is superior because it broadcasts raw emotion.
In the Beatles’ version, Ringo
is going through the motions. He
sounds equal parts melancholy, hopeful and dopey. His friends help him out
sometimes – maybe they lend him that two pounds he needs for a proper English Breakfast
with extra beans in tomato sauce or get him drunk when a woman dumps him for
one of his hotter bandmates. When
Ringo is sad, his friends will listen, pat him on the head and say a few
encouraging words. Then Ringo will
magically feel better and hop dopily into the sunshine.
By contrast, I get the
sense listening to Joe Cocker’s version that he really does get by with a
little help from his friends... Cocker sounds like he is hanging by a string even with them.
Ringo’s friends are at
least essential to superficial happiness. Joe’s friends are literally his
lifeline. Joe’s friends pick him up off of the bar floor after he has passed
out in a pool of his own vomit after binge drinking following life’s latest
disappointment. They clean him off
in the shower and force water down his throat before fixing him a nice bed on
the sofa. Then, they park a chair
by the sofa and watch Joe for long enough to ensure he does not choke on his
own vomit. The next morning, Joe
will have a massive headache and he and his friends will sit down to a meal of
toxic black coffee and perfectly greasy bacon. They’ll listen to him air his grievances, offer some words
of comfort or advice and tell Joe that he needs to pull it together. Of course, everyone enjoying bacon
knows that they will all be back in the space soon, stoic and unwilling to
abandon Joe as he fights his demons.
Ringo has friends. Joe has FRIENDS.
I have FRIENDS. The same way I have FAMILY. Without FRIENDS and FAMILY
under/unemployment would be unbearable.
I should have done this
post sooner but I was especially inspired yesterday. After working an 8 hour shift (had to get up at quarter to six)
which included making a large non fat latte for my former college roommate (at
Harvard law by the way and summering at a firm where she makes more in a week
than I do in a month. “Disillusioned!
Table for One!”), I came home to discover a package from B3 (cubed) even though
I am not getting married or moving.
It was amazing Eucalyptus
jersey sheets. Sheets fit for a
Queen (or, at least, Pippa Middleton).
This level of empathy and thoughtfulness is quite rare in people, but
not uncommon amongst my favorite people. So, a shout out to Ms. Frank, the
inspiration for this post: an amazing woman and a fabulous friend.
When it comes to FRIENDS
I lucked out. I scored the Megamillions
(or Powerball, whichever is bigger). I do hate to get all Jebus-y but I am blessed.
I want to highlight just a few
of the awesome things friends have done for me through my
unemployment/underemployment that has helped keep the Black Days more limited
in number than they would otherwise be:
·
Buy me brunch; bonus if it included unlimited mimosas and you chided me and insulted my womanhood when I only drank four.
·
Visit me and
take me to new places to DC (even though I am the one who lives here)
·
Treat me to Yuenling
draft
·
Continue to invite
me to places even when I hermit it up 80% of the time
·
Fly/travel to
see me in a foreign country and then wait outside in the mercurial Swedish
weather to cheer me on in a half marathon.
·
Put me up in
New York and Atlanta and Goteborg and wherever else I decide to invite myself
·
Send me job
announcements laced with heavy hints that I should move to where they live
·
Indulge my
desire to do things like eat Big Gay Ice Cream and run in Central Park
·
Find the
perfect balance between respecting my space, inquiring after my welfare and
encouraging me.
·
Send me
salacious emails about former classmates and celebrities.
·
Listen to me
when I bitch and moan (totally includes reading this blog. Pat yourself on the
back, friend!)
This is totally how I feel about you guys:
In a maudlin, 80s,
too-much-fabulousness-for-one-room-way:
In an early 90s-kicking-the-heroin-habit -together-way
(I am Anthony; You are Hillel):
Or, in the quintessential way:
Octavia Butler (RIP)
perhaps said it best:
“Sometimes
being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence.
A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny.
And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.”
*Exceptions:
Love Song – 311 (The
Cure)
Somewhere Over the
Rainbow/Wonderful World – Iz (Judy Garland/Louis Armstrong)
The Scientist, Hallelujah
and Help Me Make it Through the Night - Willie Nelson (Coldplay, Leonard Cohen,
Kris Kristofferson)
Help Me Make it Through
the Night - Gladys Knight (Kris
Kristofferson)
Walk On By – Seal (Dionne
Warwick)
Love You Down – Me’shell
Ndgeocello (INoJ)
Hurt – Johnny Cash (Nine
Inch Nails)
Against All Odds – Postal
Service (Phil Collins)
Spooky – Dusty
Springfield (Classics Four)
I’ll be There – Mariah
Carey and Trey Lorenz (The Jackson 5)
Rolling In the Deep –
John Legend (Adele)