It seems that a man’s white shirt is a key garment in a woman’s wardrobe: you pair it with jeans, sleeves slightly rolled up, a bracelet, and you’re all set for the day. Pair it with black pants, collar neatly closed with two or three loops of noisy necklaces on top and leave it out, perhaps with the last buttons at the bottom open, and you’re ready to go out in the evening.
I had been looking for a shirt like this for a while and finally found one that really suits me.
I’ve worn it recently: open just enough to highlight the contrast between the white fabric and the slightly tanned skin this time of year at the neckline, fitting just right where needed, never tucked into the pants. I feel really good in it.
And when I wear it and start buttoning it from the bottom, it just tightens a bit at the chest - at the heart's height - I happen to think of this song: https://youtu.be/RMTKb-pgxGI
A song about someone who leaves.
If I leave you it doesn’t mean I love you any less.
And I can’t help but feel the sweetness in the heart of this man as he sings these words with a steady and seemingly serene voice.
You know I’m tied to you
like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while
He asks to be remembered but doesn’t want his memory to be a burden for her. He wants life to go on but for her to sometimes—once again—smile thinking of him.
And the image of being attached to her like the buttons on her blouse represents all this. Not a grip that holds her, but something that moves with her breath. Something she will take off but that made her feel good, accompanying her throughout her day. And that she can wear again later.
The Wind. Year 2003. Listen to this whole album. It’s Warren Zevon’s last. You certainly won’t find the sarcasm of some of his songs but neither anything pathetic. Read elsewhere about the story of this work, the names of those - the friends - he called to play and do the choruses, his irony when asked if he would manage to finish it in time.
But listen to it. It’s a beautiful album. It has moments of intimate sweetness but not only those. It is beautiful and simple. Like wearing a man’s white shirt.
He chose the harder path, and that made all the difference.
Sometimes when you’re doing simple things around the house / Maybe you’ll think of me and smile… keep me in your heart for a while…