The Power of Vinyl
When I’m sitting at my desk, writing, doing computer work, I absolutely love to listen to vinyl.
One of my most favorite things.
The other day, Regatta de Blanc was on the turntable. Classic Police album. Love it.
The first song on that album is none other than “Message In A Bottle.” You know it, I know you do. Who doesn’t?
Music and Memories
And you know the power that a song has to evoke memories? Well, as that song came on, it was like I was instantly transported back onto a dark December evening on a beach in Barcelona, 3 years ago, sitting in the sand next to Elio, 7 at the time, as we stared out into the black horizon singing “Message In A Bottle” together.
As the song came over the speakers, I literally had to stop my computer work, put my hand on my heart, and sing along, eyes all misty.
If you’ve heard this story before—sorry, not sorry. I mean, I should be so lucky as to have anyone hear any of my stories, let alone repeats. That said, if any story deserves a repeat it’s this one and you’ll see why …
One Dark Barcelona Evening
Three years ago, we were living in the South of France and it was around this time, just before Christmas to be exact. We drove to Barcelona to pick up our new puppy we’d just bought. Yay!
While in Barcelona, one night Seneca had a coaching session with a client via Zoom in the hotel room so Elio and I needed to get out. Have some guy time.
It was dark. The air was soft, cool, not cold. We meandered down colorfully decorated streets, past the Christmas crowds, and sought solace on an all but deserted beach. It was still except for the quiet roar of waves gently crashing against the sand.
Message In A Bottle
As we were sitting near the ocean, watching the moonlight dance in the waves, Elio started to hum the melody to “Message In A Bottle” by the Police. I was impressed that Elio knew this song. He said that he remembered hearing the song but couldn’t quite remember the words.
So, I pulled up the song on my phone and we sat there on the beach reading and singing along to the lyrics.
Now, I’ve heard that song thousands of times yet it may have been the first time in my life that I ever really, really read, understood, and sang along to the lyrics of that song.
The first verse starts out with a lament, a man feeling “more loneliness than any man could bear,” with the chorus crying out, “I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world” hoping that someone will find his message in his bottle and save him.
With truly great lyrics, and Sting is a master at this, though the words in each chorus stay the same, the meaning of the words change as the verses progress.
In the second verse, he sings,
“…Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
Or love can break your heart.”
Second chorus, same words, “I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle.”
But the third verse hits us with the revelation. He says,
“Walked out this morning, I don't believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore (rhymes in England)
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home.”
He’s saying that it’s dawned on him (“I walked out this morning”—brilliant!) that we ALL need saving and that we are all each other’s hope.
He’s saying that love can mend his lonely heart only by reaching out to others (second verse).
He’s also saying that he is his own liferaft AND that all he had to do was to open his eyes to realize it, “It seems I’m not so alone and being alone.”
Boom.
Now, when he sings the chorus, “I’ll send out an S.O.S to the world. I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle” he’s fundamentally changed the meaning from pleading to be saved to wanting to save others. He’s no longer sending a message to be saved out into the deaf world, he’s sending a saving message to the world, a world who is singing along.
Each Other’s S.O.S
And in case we don’t get the message, he sings, “I’m sending out an S.O.S. I’m sending out an S.O.S. I’m sending out an S.O.S.”… only about 30 or 40 times … in a row.
It’s truly impossible not to sing along. As in doing so, you actually enter the deep chorus of human beings as we all chant the fundamental and shared truth that nobody is an island unto themselves, that we all need saving and that we are all saving each other.
Like Alice Walker said,
“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
We are all One, helping ourselves wake up to this Oneness.
I then dad-splained to Elio how this song is the message in a bottle, an S.O.S. to the world because so many people have heard it. I assured him that if he ever feels alone, I will always be there for him, and so will his mom, and so many others, including his new puppy.
I’ll never forget that moment, sitting by the ocean in Barcelona, hearing little Ellie’s voice singing along with me full of heart, the ocean singing back up, all of us echoing this unforgettable message of hope and togetherness.
Each time I put that record on, it will be like a message in a bottle washing upon my shore, reminding me of that beautiful moment.
So, I’m sending out an S.O.S., a message in a bottle to you.
Regardless of what holidays, if any, you celebrate this time of year, I hope that your days are merry and bright and that you are surrounded by people you love.
Regardless of how alone you may or may not feel, how desperate you may be, know that we are all in this together. We are all tied for first place in this journey to awakening.
I may or may not have ever met you in person but know that I’m pulling for you. I believe in your goodness and like Mary Oliver says, you hold an invaluable place in the family of all things.
Love is all there is and I love you.
I’m sending out an S.O.S.
I’m sending out an S.O.S.
I’m sending out an S.O.S.
I’m sending out an S.O.S.
I’m sending out an S.O.S.
I’m sending out an S.O.S.
I’m sending out an S.O.S.
I’m sending out an S.O.S.
I’m sending out an S.O.S.
