I’m not sure why I went immediately to songs about need and want.
you can’t always get what you want
you can’t always get what you want
but if you try sometimes you just might find
you get what you need
Rolling Stones, You Can't Always Get What You Want
you take what you need
you leave the rest
but they should never have taken
the very best
The Band, The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
In the mid-sixties, Gant shirts were the rage at least in my little town on the Mississippi gulf coast. I remember, as if it’s a photograph, my 11 or 12 year old self standing at an old fashioned department store display of shirts. They were made of blue Oxford cloth and had buttons at the collar points and one button on the back of the collar. I wanted one. Wanted one like only a teen or pre-teen can want something. I whined, “It’s only six dollars!” Mama insisted it was too expensive. Her annual salary was about $3,600 paid over the nine-month school year. I was furious. I always, always had clothes that I needed and, actually, I was rarely thwarted in getting what I wanted. Mama did her best.
Now, absolutely, my every need is met. Okay, with the exception of the frequency of intimacy or should I say straight out “sex?” Or maybe sex is a want.
I, too, am at the paring down phase, and I like it, too.
Still kind of hooked on shirts, I shop at thredup and llbean. Sometimes I buy shirts. Sometimes I put shirts in my basket and then go through and delete every item. It’s like buy not needed Gant shirts or – nahhhh, not today.
— Marmar
you can’t always get what you want
you can’t always get what you want
but if you try sometimes you just might find
you get what you need
Rolling Stones, You Can't Always Get What You Want
you take what you need
you leave the rest
but they should never have taken
the very best
The Band, The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
In the mid-sixties, Gant shirts were the rage at least in my little town on the Mississippi gulf coast. I remember, as if it’s a photograph, my 11 or 12 year old self standing at an old fashioned department store display of shirts. They were made of blue Oxford cloth and had buttons at the collar points and one button on the back of the collar. I wanted one. Wanted one like only a teen or pre-teen can want something. I whined, “It’s only six dollars!” Mama insisted it was too expensive. Her annual salary was about $3,600 paid over the nine-month school year. I was furious. I always, always had clothes that I needed and, actually, I was rarely thwarted in getting what I wanted. Mama did her best.
Now, absolutely, my every need is met. Okay, with the exception of the frequency of intimacy or should I say straight out “sex?” Or maybe sex is a want.
I, too, am at the paring down phase, and I like it, too.
Still kind of hooked on shirts, I shop at thredup and llbean. Sometimes I buy shirts. Sometimes I put shirts in my basket and then go through and delete every item. It’s like buy not needed Gant shirts or – nahhhh, not today.
— Marmar
I am so with you on every aspect of thiis revelatory and engaging self portrait. Thank you (Zachary)
ReplyDeleteSongs do the trick. They take me right back to the place and time, every time. As Zachary said, great portrait. I do the same thing with shoes as you do with shirts.
ReplyDeleteYes, I put things in online "carts" and then never return to the website. We must cause consternation among the marketing people. Songs are the closest to "universal" that we can get, and even then... so kudos for using songs in your writing and thought! (Macoff)
ReplyDeleteLooks like we all like the online fake-out shopping experience! :)
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