Sound Stories 01: Gloomy Sundays

Music is a big part of my life--listening to it, playing it, composing it.  It's one of my passions.  Writing is another.  So I've decided to devote a portion of this blog to combining the two.  So from here on out, amidst whatever else I decide to throw up here, you can expect to see two types of posts:

Sound Stories:  Like the proceeding, these shall be various tales of my life, somehow tied to music.  Might be stories about concerts, tales of nostalgia, serious, funny, enthralling, pointless.  Who knows.

Music & Meaning:  For these posts, I'll be choosing a particular song that holds some meaning for me, and waxing philosophical about said meaning. 

So.  Now that we've got that covered...  On to the actual post.  

I have a friend who sends me music.  Lots of music.  She has single-handedly expanded my music collection exponentially.  And for that I thank her.  But I digress...

A while back, she sent me a song by Sarah McLachlan called "Gloomy Sunday."  It was a B-side that I'd never heard before, which was enough to excite me all by itself.  But then I listened to it.  It was true to it's name.  Gloomy.  Hell, it was downright depressing.  So, of course, I loved it. 

And as is part of the process for any song I add to my collection, I went a-Googling for the lyrics.  Amidst the results were lyrics for "Gloomy Sunday" by Billie Holiday.  So I thought, "Oh, it's a cover of a Billie Holiday song.  Cool." 

And that was that.  So I went on, happily listening for weeks, always thinking that I really ought to hunt down the original one of these days...

Then one evening, I was chatting with another friend, who had been killing time poking around Youtube.  She told me of a video she'd come across regarding "The Hungarian Suicide Song."  Something of an urban legend about a song reputed to have been linked to numerous suicides--so many, in fact, that the story became "if you listen to this song, you'll kill yourself." 

It was an intriguing enough story, but what really caught my attention was the title of the song:  "Gloomy Sunday." 

Could it be?  Had I been listening to The Hungarian Suicide Song all this time, blissfully unaware of it's true, deadly nature? 

I immediately ran off to watch the video, and sure enough, it was the very same song.  The melody was slightly different and it was in Hungarian, but it was definitely the same song. 

By the time I'd finished watching the video, there was a handy wikipedia link already waiting for me.  And included in the article, a list of all of the artists to have covered the song since it's initial release in 1933.  A very long list.  A list which, in my hands, was more than just an interesting bit of trivia.

I already loved the song.  And I love covers.  And I love collecting things. 

So I decided, then and there, that I was going to make an effort to get my hands on as many versions of the song as I possibly could. 

I'm making progress.  I've got nine.  Out of 62. 

And for the record, even listening to all ten of them consecutively did not make me want to kill myself.  So I'm pretty sure it's safe.  That being said, here, for your listening pleasure, are a few of the versions I currently possess.

Gloomy Sundays

Not included here (because they are .wmp's and, thus I couldn't upload them) are:  Billie Holiday, Bjork, Elvis Costello, and Heather Nova.