It’s New Year’s Day. Again.
I’m not much of a partier. I prefer to stay in with close friends and family, eat rather than drink and watch NYC celebrate on TV. I’m a rock n’ roller for sure. By the time NYE rolls around, I’m sick of turkey, sick of socializing and sick of wanna-be -alcoholics.
Happy New Year.
One thing I do think about this time of year is my friendships. That New Year’s tune “For Auld Lang Syne” gets stuck in my head for a day or two and gets me thinking. A line of the song goes “For old acquaintance be forgot and never come to mind”, and it gets me questioning my relationships, past and current. What does Robert Burns really mean by that line? Does he mean we should forget our old friendships? Should we remember them? Should we remember that we forgot them? What the heck??
Of course, I wikipdiaed it and found out that old Robert Burns has been taking the credit for centuries for this world renown song, but in reality, the poet James Watson published the very much identical lyrics years before. If I were James, I would’ve burnt down Mr. Burns’ house. Big time. Pass the matches. Word thief.
A part of the poem by James Watson goes like this:
“Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On Old long syne.
On Old long syne my Jo,
On Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On Old long syne.”
Sounds to me like I’ve been thinking this thing all wrong. This poem, which the NYE song has been based on, stolen from, whatever you wish to call it, was actually a lost love poem. Sounds to me like somebody got dumped. Hmmm… I wonder if it was on New Year’s Eve? I kid.
Ol’ Jimmy here is reflecting on one he had loved in the past… and obviously fell head over heals, break your heart, intoxicatingly in love with. Oy, I wonder if his wife ever read this poem? And if the “flames of love” are indeed fully “extinguished and gone”, then why the heck is Jimbo writing poems about it? If I were him, I’d put away that pen and quick. Now look… it’s a frigging New Year’s Even anthem. Talk about wearing your stupid heart on your stupid sleeve.
In conclusion, I think that we should forget about old acquaintances. They’re in the past for a reason. They’re not in the present for a reason. Thinking about bad relationships, either love or other, is just a big waste of time… even for old lang syne.
I think we need a new New Year’s Eve song. This one sucks.