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Father's Day and Bon Jovi- Strange mix, huh?

My husband is amazing and without him I probably wouldn't be able to weather the storms of the recent months with my family, but he's stood beside me and held me up through the toughest of days and I don't know what I'd do without him. He's the only man who's ever even made me consider the fact that another man could possibly measure up to my dad... and he did it by just being the most amazing father figure for my kids. Far better than their own "sperm donor" ever could imagine being.

I've been caught in a bit of a strange mood the last few days. Anytime I feel this way I've always turned to music, and typically I'll play whatever song effects me over and over and over and over for days or weeks... whatever works til it's out of my system. When this particular mood has hit over the last few year I've always turned to Bon Jovi's "Bed of Roses." It's an all out jam, but it's so tender at the same time. I don't just mean kind of tender.... it's painful to hear. I don't really know how to describe it and I'm not ever sure I know what the freakin' song's about but if I had to guess I'd say the litteral meaning is just about the dichotomy of his life and how he wants this bed of roses (life with his wife) but the life of being a musician (the bed of nails) continuously conflicts with that. My guess would be that the figurative translation is just that in all of our lives we have things we love to do, and that sometimes in order to do those things (have nice homes, nice cars, hobbies, travel...etc) we have to do things we don't necessarily want to do, like work late, spend time away from our kids.

But the saddest lines are the ones where he writes about how much he wants to talk to her on the phone, yet another time when he's talking to her on the phone "a marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talking..." (thinking about his music)
And who of us hasn't done that? You've been talking to your signifcant other and you're thinking about work, or your at work thinking about home. It just seems like we're always torn in every direction. I know people who are worrying today about when they're getting to see their kids next (and I'm thinking about you) and I know people who are worrying about their marriage (and I'm thinking about you, too) and I know a person who'se worrying about how to fix her relationship with her sister (I'm thinking about myself).
And anybody else out there... this song makes me feel better. I don't know why, but it does. I fuckin' love it. It's sad, but it's a good kind of sad, if ya know what I mean.

"Bed Of Roses"

Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won't make of me when I'm dead

Tonite I won't be alone
But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely
I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that I'd die to defend