The Song of my Life

I'm sure I'm not the only one to have a song I treasure dearly. For one reason or the other, certain objects (movies, books, photos etc.) are very valuable to us. They have a meaning. They complete us.

One song has accompagnied me since I was 8 years old/young. And that song is Hope Of Deliverance by Paul McCartney. Strange, to say the least. I'm not a major McCartney fan. I don't underestimate his influence on the development of music and I'm in awe of his many talents. Yet my collection doesn't include any McCartney release, either solo or with Wings. I do have two The Beatles records.

Why Hope Of Deliverance? I haven't got the slightest idea. But ever since the song was released in 1992, it has been in my head. It can disappear without further ado for a few odd weeks, but it'll always pop up again sooner or later. I sing it in the shower, I whistle it when I'm outside, I hum it when I'm alone or in company.

I'm not sure there's any deeper meaning behind it. I doubt it's a Freudian thing.

It's just a very good song. Thanks, Mr. McCartney.

Julian De Backer, 21 September 2008