Tuesday, February 19, 2008

[susannah] some sort of tribute

There are some songs special to two people and long after they've split, the songs bring back memories. In my first family, the song was Islands in the Stream, though she was nothing like Dolly Parton. A few women here ask what she looked like and when I tell them a 60s Joanna Lumley, they don't know what I'm talking about. She laughed more than Lumley but was the same height.

The second started in the forest at a campfire, a drunken affaire I nearly got killed for. Then, later, when the "other man" supposedly became "the man" through subterfuge, it never quite translated - it was always doomed. If you come across this post by some miracle, Susannah Dragica, the e-mail's accessible. You're the reason I take a pro-Serbian line on this blog.

It's much easier to say who she was like - same age, same name, same look, same height, a bit lighter than the singer in this clip, more Slavic, drove people crazy at the same time this song came out, the same way of standing and wobbling the hips, the same insincere look but razor sharp, it was a standing joke that this song below was about her and the dupe was me. Don't laugh but early Joan Collins pics looked not unlike her. There are shades of Ronnie Spector as well [especially the B&W at 1:57 of this clip].

Ramones version here.

Some more Ramones.

What the hell - some Stranglers while we're here - second song was us at the time but I'd prefer Hughy sang it - bass is great though.

Speaking of stranglers, she drove me almost to the point of suicide - a roller coaster ride of highs and lows but no calm I ever recall. If you want her equivalent in my book, it's 2:2 Nicolette.

I'd do it all over again. Wonder if she would.

Some links

Joanna Lumley


Just one more

The ominous words

If she knew what she wants
(He'd be giving it to her)
If she knew what she needs
(He could give her that too)
If she knew what she wants
(But he can't see through her)
If she knew what she wants
He'd be giving it to her
Giving it to her

But she wants everything
(He can pretend to give her everything)
Or there's nothing she wants
(She don't want to sort it out)
He's crazy for this girl
(But she don't know what she's looking for)
If she knew what she wants
He'd be giving it to her
Giving it to her

I'd say her values are corrupted
But she's open to change
Then one day she's satisfied
And the next I'll find her crying
And it's nothing she can explain

Some have a style
That they work hard to refine
So they walk a crooked line
But she won't understand
Why anyone would have to try
To walk a line when they could fly

No sense thinking I could rehabilitate her
When she's fine, fine, fine
She's got so many ideas traveling around in her head
She doesn't need nothing from mine

One last one


  1. You're such a romantic. I see that you really DO like dangerous women! Who would think that from you ,James?
    You also go for the damsel in distress, I've noticed.
    You are such a white knight, aren't you?

  2. I guess most of us would do it all again if truth be told. And there's no such thing as "Over" because thsese events change us. But don't be melancholy now.

  3. Some of us have the instincts a bit more strongly and it's a pain in the neck but what can one do? One is what one is.


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