I once created a cd for someone whose spouse betrayed their sacred vows to satisfy the wanton sin of unrepentant lust for the span of about two years. The vic felt utterly gutted. despondent, loathing and loathsome. I, having known loss and being familiar with the most direct and deeply satisfying path to recovery, created something designed to drown your paralyzed soul into. The first song, by request, was "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" by the 80's rock band Poison. The second, my personal favorite for its wailing, protracted riffs and guitar solos and excruciatingly broken overtones, was "House Of Broken Love," by the 80's rock band Great White, of "Once Bitten, Twice Shy" fame. Another of note was "Still Got The Blues (For You)," by 80's blues rock phenom Gary Moore. It was damned effective. This poor soul's broken constitution completely immersed in it, passionately processing their inexplicable grief though the rapturous catharsis of those unflinching masterworks.
The second stage, less soul-shredding but equally effective, was angry defiance. Here, I turned to 80's rock vixen Joan Jett (she performed an in-your-face version of "Wild Thing" for the film "Major League," complete with blistering guitar solos), with the the catastrophic "I Hate Myself For Loving You," and other inspiring anthems.
The third, and final stage, was the inevitable recovery. It has been many moons since, after spending the entirety of my life wallowing in rapturous tunes, I produced this mini monster, my single greatest work. I simply cannot remember the cavalcade of wondrous refrains that have allowed me, time after time, to move past the toturesome shock of love lost. I do remember the last piece, however. Twas "Ghost Of A Chance," by 70's, 80's, 90's, and millennial Canadian prog-rock trio known as Rush (think "Spirit Of Radio," and "Limelight," both from the Moving Pictures" album). In this uplifting masterpiece, lone vocalist Geddy Lee raises our wounded spirits with the sensitive lyrics,
"Somehow we find each other
Though all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed in a state of grace.
I don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state.
I don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance
We can find someone to love and make it last..."
followed by a decidedly gentle solo by astounding guitarist Alex Lifeson.
My charge played this collection for a friend one day, in their pickup truck as I'm told. I don't know how many songs they listened to, but the praise that found its way back to my was, simply, that that moving compilation had a lot of impact, or punch. I was pretty honored. That's what I wanted to do for that poor soul.
I have made many such treasures, but that cd was the one I remember as my best. I'd made at least two for myself that were named "Broken Heart Therapy," parts I & II. I invite all of you to come forth and describe in all personal, exquisite detail, as thou will, your own personal experiences with this hallowed branch of psychology that I once considered as possible career path.
And as if, to quantify those respectfully sensitive words of the this collections' swan song, that incredible person is now happily, joyously remarried.
Thank you, for hearing me.
Go forth and Love