Patti Smith - Horses
A woman dressed in men’s clothes that used to hang out at CBGB’s and believed that Jesus dies for somebody’s sins but not hers; now that’s what I call a promising start for the beginning of an imaginary love affair. Then came Patti Smith’s gig in Athens in 1999, the months that followed I listened to ‘Horses’ on my headphones over a 100 times. She soon became my favorite female rock artist.
All good things must come to an end but we should consider the possibility that the end of my relationship with Patti was not irrelevant to my longing for yet another female rock icon, the writer Soti Triantafyllou, who’s unfavorable view on Patti I must have taken for granted. I attended once a book signing event for her novel that became her first major literary success and at the end of the night, as I rushed to express to Soti my admiration for both her and… Patti Smith, she quickly disregarded her - she blamed her for betraying rock ‘n’ roll for the sake of marriage!
All things considered, ‘Birdland” used to be my preferred funeral song when I still thought I would be buried in a deep hole in the ground. My present-day feeling is that if a song titled Birdland is supposed to be played as they throw my ashes in the Aegean Sea, that should be the one written by Takagi Misakatsu.