Valentine's Day

My daughter, Summer and I rushed down to the concert. Summer has seen the movie Juno four times. My daughter became a teenager overnight. Last week it seems she was a child, today she is in a transitional place, full of emotion, joy and excitement, mixed with angst.Kimya Dawson was an hour late, she went to her caucus. When she began the room was hot, stuffy and crowded, but we soon forgot our discomfort. I was 41 when my daughter was born, we are generations apart. Listening, I felt 13 again. Music is truly a lightning rod to the soul. Her lyrics to “Remember that I love you” feel especially poignant today, February 14, 2008.

part of the lyrics to Kimya Dawson's song Remember That I Love You,

loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips
to san francisco, double dutch disco,
tech tv hottie, do it for scotty
do it for the living and do it for the dead
do it for the monsters under your bed
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be
how's it gonna be?

i'll drop kick russell stover, move into the starting over house
and know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams
and we'll pray, all damn day, every day,
that all this shit our president has got us in will go away
while we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times without losing our minds

so if you wanna burn yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
and if you wanna cut yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
and if you wanna kill yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
send me an IM, i'll be your friend

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be