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