Photographic Memory

This is my first nonclassical endeavor. I made it with a very old version of garage band. It's a cover of one of my favorite works by Emilie Autumn. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVHJla-JbEU

The lyrics describe a phenomenon that's been very common and relevant through my entire life. Here are the lyrics:

Photographic Memory

Emily Autumn Fritzges

Arr. S. Shaw Richner

"You’re not so far away

You’re sitting in the space between the night and day

And so I’ll wait*

For the sound of your footsteps

The tea that’s brewed too strong

Like part of me that’s waited patiently for oh! so long

(At least I tried)

But I’m relying on my photographic memory

While painfully realizing it’s not all it’s cracked up to be

And falling’s just another way to fly

(I wonder why it’s never easier

than the first Time)

-You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

-I believe in God the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord.

-It was a misty morning on the top of a hill…

-All creatures of our God and King…

-Have we met?

-I will give You thanks, O Lord.

-This’ll only hurt a little.

-It’s been a really really really long Time.

-I also love Mendelssohn! Have you heard the Hebrides?

-Oh Sorbie! Bless your heart.

-Hey, how good is your French?

The first time…

Time…"

*The original says “So I’ll wait”. In this cover, there are three voices in unison on this line. One of them is saying “I’ll wait”, but the other two are saying “I pray”.

Sources: The Miranda warning, the Apostle’s creed, poetry and tune by Carl Nagy, St. Francis of Assisi (tune: Lasst Uns Enfreuen, tr. “Let us all joyfully praise”; Auss­er­le­se­ne Ca­thol­ische Geist­liche Kirch­en­ge­sang), Psalm 138.

The lyrics describe clinging to something or someone who may or may not ever return to your life. In my cover, the lyrics are mostly very hard to discern. They are lost in the fog of memory. The irony is that your memory is referred to as "photographic", but in reality, everything you remember fades and warps with time, no matter how good your memory seems. Even those among us who think we remember everything that's every happened to us lose precious things in time. A strong memory is "not all it's cracked up to be", especially when you carry a yearning for things that will never come again. Memories aren't enough to sate such yearning. 

I finished this project a few months ago, but it's particularly relevant to my life right now (see "The Tie That Binds"). There are things I will never get back. There are feelings I will never experience again. Cutting ties is never easier than the first time. Opening your heart, which is both flying and falling, is never easier than the first time. Facing the consequences of doing so is never easier than the first time. 

The first Time...

Time...

Time...