The big money moment in this week’s story was our hapless young protagonist slowly sliding toward a splattery demise off the back of a roof, at least for me. After all, I once was that future stain in somebody’s backyard.
Falling is scary. When our internal gyroscopes go loopy our lizard brains take over and try to save us. We do stupid things like stick our arms out and break our wrists, wriggle around like that’s going to help, or drag down somebody with us.
Pop music is littered with falling songs, most of which involve the most dangerous kind of falling — in love — but not always. Grab hold of something: here come the falling songs:
“Falling Off the Edge of the World,” Black Sabbath/Heaven and Hell. Whether you call them Sabbath or Heaven and Hell, Ronnie James Dio plus those other guys was an awesome lineup.
“Falling,” Julee Cruise. The Twin Peaks soundtrack remains in my rotation. Give it a spin sometime.
“I Can’t Stand Up For Falling Down,” Sam & Dave. It’s been covered a million times, but nothing tastes like the real thing.
“Please Help Me I’m Falling,” Hank Locklin. Another in my ongoing effort to prove to you that country music doesn’t suck; rather, that horrid noise that passes for country music today is what sucks.
“Fall On Me,” R.E.M. Not a deep cut but mandatory for a falling playlist. I tried to redeem myself by finding an acoustic version.
“Falling Down,” Oasis. I’m not sure whether Oasis has any deep cuts in the UK, but they were never quite as big in the US. They were big, don’t get me wrong, they just weren’t huge. I once caught them at a club show in Las Vegas on a lark and was surprised to meet lots of Brits who flew over just to see them in such a small venue.
So, you know. I guess it’s kind of similar to our American mania for Rockwell.