Life is the saddest song of all.

Actually, two thoughts. I have yet to get thru "Run, Kate Shelley, Run" dry-eyed on the guitar, and I've been trying for months. I did it one mando once and made it, because I had to concentrate on the other side of the brain. That's not even a sad song, now that I think of it, just melodramatic. But my "different instrument" thing is a parallel to the "different melody" suggestion made by good old Skipjack. I'll try that melody thing.

I have, however, just gone thru a deal which will forever enshrine Tom Paxton's "Hold On to Me, Babe" as THE saddest song EVER. All of 35 years ago, I knew a person who was truly neat, creative, sensitive, etc., but very, very moody, sort of drifting thru relationships without any of them 'taking.' Just found out that she was abused as a child. She's working it out now, but it's rather too late for any of us who knew her in college to help spare her years of grief.

"There was something locked inside you, like a secret, burning pain,
In a prison where you would not let me go.
Still I thought we'd find the answer, till I woke and found you gone;
Now what it was, I guess I'll never know."

The world is total crap, sometimes. CC