I sat one evening in my office trying to figure out my newly acquired ipod and itunes. While I struggled with the task of adding songs and removing them from my ipod - surely to be a subject for further conversation - I came across a song that I remembered as some what of a one-hit wonder. The artist was one Rupert Holmes. I remembered the song because it was one of two songs that my first wife and I considered "our song". The other I also sheepishly name along with this one. The song by Mr. Holmes was none other than "
Escape" (subtitled "The Pinot Colada Song"). This was the only number one pop hit done by Mr. Holmes. Close enough to a one-hit wonder. I had all but forgotten about the song and the artist. I certainly had not purchased his music or followed his career. I did not necessarily leave him in the past because he was a favorite of my first wife's and mine, but simly because I have not had much of a chance with my busy live to spend much time indulging in the pasttime of listening to music and pursuing the history of the artists. This compounded by the fact that my current wife Kathleen cannot stand the song which she makes known every time she hears it - which is probably only once a year, and not because I am playing it, but because some disc jockey on her oldies station feels it should be played once or twice a year. So I keep my fond memories of the song, my first wife and Mr. Rupert Holmes to myself.
Until tonight that is. What I found tonight astounded me. I made me rather proud. Here was an artist that I enjoyed - no I think I more than just enjoyed his song - it gave me a good feeling a lot of good memories. As I read about him and his accomplishments, not only in music, but as an author writing books, and as a playright doing plays and other works, I am truly impressed. I had found this man when he was still rather young and had appreciated his work at my early age back in the mid to late 1970's. Now he has fully developed those skills and he has not sat on them. He has developed them and spread his works across several mediums.
I was so impressed that I went into the library the next night and picked up one of his books. It was the only book of his our library had at the time. I can not say this is because his works were not carried by our library, nor can I say it was because the many works they carried of his were all checked out. But I can say our library is one of the smallest libraries I have ever been in and leave the decision to you. I did manage to get a copy of
Where The Truth Lies, by Rupert Holmes.
