You've gotta make your own kind of music !

This old tune sung by Mama Cass Elliot, gripped me and a hundreds of others when it aired on the Lost episode "Adrift". A 1969 classic, it creeps on you and grows on you in a very special way.

Creepy because the score does create the necessary creepy and racy ambiance required for the specific scene in Lost. Its lyrics are very good. Far better than a whole shitload of rap and pop that floats around in the name of music. n|m to all the cartel that promotes money over music and creativity.

Back to the song under dissection. It goes like this -

Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of music
Even if nobody else sings along


Heck, I don't about others, however am quite a reflection of this part of the song. There's got to be someone in your life at every step to tell you this - "make your own kind of music". Don't do this and you did nothing. Regret has no place in this composition.
I met a whole lot of people and friends all along who reflected this in their own ways. And most importantly they were happy. They are uber cool. They gave me the courage to follow my own convictions at every step until now. I do unto others what they have done for me. I like to help people "make their own kind of music". They are free to choose from my song but that's their choice.
It didn't hang up people to see someone like me. Atleast not that I know of. Its wonderful to know that the path you chose was your own way and that others loved you for it.


Goes on the song in its so very melancholy way -

You're gonna be nowhere,
the loneliest kind of lonely,
It may be rough goin',
just to do your thing's
the hardest thing to do.

To be less like someone is very difficult. We are pretty much sponges of a special kind. We take on colors as we go along. Colored by life and sketched by our own ideas we are a painting of a different brush. And when a color runs out we panic and don't make the music we want to. We desperately try to replace the color. Not to use the other colors we have. I did that too. But there was always someone to show me other colors. Lucky dude, I am !

And it ends thus -

So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.

Something we all find so very difficult to do for the people most close to us. Your parents did it when you went away. They live with it. You'll have to live with it when the time comes. Or maybe you've done it for someone or something special to you in your life. Someone special had to do it when I had to be going. She made her own kind of music and sang her own special song. Hats off gal, you rock!

Make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along.

P.S: Music is my next post. Keep watching the space.