Music Monday: Cry (If You Want To)

When I brought Music Monday back to The Brown Knowser, I did it thinking that I would only be doing it for a few weeks—a month, at most—while we rode out this global pandemic. Back then, like many of you, I didn't think that self-isolation wouldn't last long.

After all, the coronavirus doesn't live long without a host.

And yet, here we are, seven weeks into this shut-in, with my sixth musical post that is COVID-19-related.

I miss my friends. I miss getting together with my family. I even miss being in the office.

I want to cry.

In the mid-90s, DW came home, late one evening, crying her eyes out. I was worried, as she didn't come home as expected and I had no idea where she was—this was the time before cell phones. And when she finally walked through the door, at almost 11:00, on a work night, with tears in her eyes, I asked her, "what's wrong?"

"I had tickets for us to see Holly Cole, tonight, and I forgot. And I had wanted to surprise you with them." She and I both loved Holly Cole.

"But why are you so late coming home?"

"I remembered at the last minute and rushed to the NAC. I tried to call you when I got there, but you didn't answer. I missed the first half hour."

We cried, together.

Here's Holly Cole:

If you're tired of self-isolation, it's okay to cry. But please, stay home.

Happy Monday!