{"id":2806,"date":"2009-11-22T17:53:51","date_gmt":"2009-11-22T17:53:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/funk.co.uk\/music\/?p=651"},"modified":"2009-11-22T17:53:51","modified_gmt":"2009-11-22T17:53:51","slug":"breaking-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/2009\/11\/breaking-up\/","title":{"rendered":"Breaking Up"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/deekster\/3997766008\/\" title=\"Dana Windows by deanwhitbread, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2552\/3997766008_7396f39872_m.jpg\" align=\"left\" width=\"180\" height=\"240\" alt=\"Dana Windows\" \/><\/a>It&#8217;s a classic theme, one of the seven songs in rock &#8216;n&#8217; roll &#8211; the break up, lovers parting in glorious colour, and of course, in tragic black and white. For some reason I&#8217;ve always written these songs (!) but I wrote very my best <em>break up<\/em> song not in a space of suffering, anger, denial or sadness, but in contemplation of what happens, that recurring cycle of promises made in passion, which prove to be no more than <em>chimeras<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8220;Wouldn&#8217;t Do That&#8221;<\/strong> has a double meaning which runs all the way through it, and while I don&#8217;t want in this blog to be my own literary critic, I&#8217;m happy to point out the obvious: Is the promise made not to leave, or once gone, not to look back? is the question I was asking, and it&#8217;s one which is poignant to this day.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m quite proud of this song, because the major\/minor chord progression expresses the bitter-sweet idea I was trying to articulate before I even began to say it. I quite naturally fell into singing a falsetto, and played the most soulful harmonica I&#8217;ve ever managed, which you can hear in this demo.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I promise I will never hurt you&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;I promise I will never leave&#8221;<br \/>\nPromises made are broken so easily<br \/>\nBrave words are just wind in the trees<\/p>\n<p>What are these worlds we live in?<br \/>\nDoing our thing separately<br \/>\nSurely we must have forgiven each other<br \/>\nWasn&#8217;t our loving for real?<\/p>\n<p>Well I&#8217;ve been so long in lonely world<br \/>\nLiving without a loving soul<br \/>\nAnd I know it won&#8217;t be long &#8217;til I&#8217;m missing you<br \/>\nBut I made myself a promise<br \/>\nThat I wouldn&#8217;t do that&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>And it&#8217;s a long and lonely road<br \/>\nLiving without a loving soul<br \/>\nAnd I know it won&#8217;t be long &#8217;til I&#8217;m missing you<br \/>\nBut I made myself a promise<br \/>\nThat I wouldn&#8217;t do that&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><font SIZE=1>\u00a9 Dean Whitbread 2006, all rights reserved<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a classic theme, one of the seven songs in rock &#8216;n&#8217; roll &#8211; the break up, lovers parting in glorious colour, and of course, in tragic black and white. For some reason I&#8217;ve always written these songs (!) but I wrote very my best break up song not in a space of suffering, anger, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":126,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[325,546],"tags":[563,567,385,633,803],"class_list":["post-2806","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ballad","category-soul","tag-bitter-sweet","tag-break-up","tag-falsetto","tag-sad","tag-soul"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2806","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/126"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2806"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2806\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2806"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2806"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2806"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}