Song Stories: Tainted Love

When Wil and I started the This Wreckage ‘zine over 30 years ago now, the idea is that we would have people submit material that we would throw in each issue as is and put it out to the world.  What we didn’t realize going in is that most people do not want to actually share things like that.  We struggled in finding material to achieve our albeit ambitious goal of a monthly issue. 

However, in a small way, I’d like to float out a similar request we used to do every issue, but with more of a singular focus.  I am hoping that anyone who reads this would be willing to send some kind of story of a certain song that means something to them.  This could mean a short story, an essay, a drawing, a photograph, a poem, a few words, I don’t know.  One of my favorite things is to tie music to pretty much every waking minute of my life.  It’s a problem really.  There are hundreds of songs that evoke a lot of emotions for me for a variety of reasons based on their being nearby at the time.  I absolutely love hearing and reading other people’s stories along these lines.  I don’t care the genre or the artist, or my personal history, if any, with the song, I find these stories endlessly fascinating.

I’m hoping to encourage any and every one who might be willing to send some of their stories to me via messenger, or via email: tangledrec@hotmail.com.  I would like to share them here, on this site, if given the permission.

Please ask any questions you may have.

Nuhamin has been kind enough to tell a story.  Here it is: 

“Tainted Love” (cover by Milky Chance): the thing is, the sun is out. We can get a cottage or a mansion or a shoebox apartment. It wouldn’t matter. We can be in each other’s embrace and the golden rays will pour in. All sweat and neck and limbs, we can drink the rays off each other’s skin. It will feel different. We can look into each other’s eyes and see all the colors. Already drunk off the idea of us bathed in warmth and coiled. I’m the heat of love…desire. No, love is more honest and braver still. Less cowardly. Yes, that’s it. The thing is, the sun’s been out for weeks and you keep walling yourself away. You never leave your house and you’ve erected impenetrable walls to keep the sun rays at bay. You are not brave.

Milky Chance "Tainted Love"