What were u doing when u first heard Tears For Fears’ song, Shout?

What were you doing when you first heard the Tears For Fears song, Shout?

by Stan Faryna

Stan Faryna

Over at TheJackB, Jack is writing dangerously.


Jack can teach you and me a thing or two about writing tension.

Tears for Fears, Shout

Shout brings back memories and strong feelings. Hate. Love. Death.

Shout was the song I would listen to after my father beat the shit out of me. It was the song I was listening to when I fell in love with a girl I met under a mid summer moon on the gentle greens of a golf course. Her lips were sweet as a German wine.

Shout was the song swallowed by the furious whine of the engine as I down shifted into fourth and hurled 100 mph into a pick up truck.

Honestly, I don’t know if I write well or what I write well. I can be a Richard – that’s for sure. Is that what Jack means to write dangerously? Maybe not.

Did I mention that Bill Dorman wants to write a book? I think that’s awesome. Suck the marrow out of life, Bill!

Bill Delaney, Jack Steiner, and Dr. Jack King are also working on their books. Maybe, John Magnet Bell too. Anyone else? Speak up! The more the merrier! We should form a support group for this.

I also think more (and more) bloggers and social media mavens will be tempted to tip their quixotic lance at a book. That’s good news for the authors and editors of books and blogs about how to write a book. I predict a sales and traffic increase by 2% or more in the next sixth months.

Mark my words. These kind of things happen in herds. If I’m wrong, please come back and remind me of my error.

Of course, writing a book is a secular epiphany for a blogger- a much envied Joycean deluge. Bloggers write. And so do authors. Right?

A book is something you can hold in your hand. A book is something you can take to your grave – pressed to your heart by folded, still hands. A book is a legacy – it says you showed up, you feasted, and you had your say. For there is no finer say than what you said in the crisp pages of a well-bound book.

Unlike blogging, however, book publishing is an old trade. It is an institution with a full complement of fussies and chagrin. There’s more hoops, hurdles, and hump than a Seussian Who would lump! Been there and done that. But heck yeah, coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson.

I want to do it over again!

There’s alternatives, sure. But e-books don’t promise the catharsis and ecstasy of Sammath Naur – deep in the belly of Tolkien’s Mount Doom. We must be disembowled of hubris and envy before we can drink again the cheerful resignation of furry-footed hobbits.

Cut off your hand and cast it into the fire- if it offends you.

Or maybe I’m wrong and e-books frequently make it to the New York Times Best Seller list. Do they?

Myself, there’s only one e-book I can recommend: John Garrett’s How To Deal With Stupid Clowns.

There’s things for us all to figure out. Me, you, and everyone else too. That reminds me of another song, the Otherside. It came out on the Red Hot Chilli Pepper’s 1999 alblum, Californication.

Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Otherside

That was a rough time for me – watching my first design and development company go down the drain because a corporate client bought out my programmers (under the table) and ran off with my software. A bad ride, indeed.

Sometimes, Goliath kicks David’s ass, rips David’s head off, and shits down the hole at the top of his headless body. After it’s over, David gropes about in blindness looking for his head, finds it, hopes he screwed it on right, brushes himself off, and gets back into the arena.

But that was long ago. Nor is my playlist all doom and gloom. I have my share of happy songs, songs of wonder, songs of friendship, songs of hope and beauty…

Israel Kamakawiwo`ole, Wonderful World

I don’t get to see him much, but when I see him and I see the smile on my seven year old boy’s face, it is a wonderful world. And when Johnny raises his arms, I know he wants to sit on my shoulders and see the wonderful world that his love illuminates for me.

Will we collaborate? Will we encourage each other? Will we help each other to get through to the other side and back?

I would like that. A fellowship of the book. Hopefully, more steadfast and faithful than the Fellowship of the Ring. One can hope.

Stan Faryna
29 March 2012
Bucharest, Romania


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12 Responses to What were u doing when u first heard Tears For Fears’ song, Shout?

  1. Fellowship of the book; I like that.

    If I have to cut off a hand, I’ll probably go ahead and chose the left one because I’ve become quite partial to my right one…..in fact I’ve given ‘her’ a name……….Rosy………..isn’t that special?

    Sorry you at your nadir right now; I recommend no more shit sandwiches for you. Hopefully there is light at the tunnel for you and you can keep yourself moving forward. We are pulling for you….

    Take care my friend.

    • Stan Faryna says:


      Rosy! Ha! Thanks for the laugh.

      There is always light, my friend. A broken ray here, a spark there. Do the right thing and the friction pours bright, hot sparks.

      And the encouragement of friends – shines as bright as daylight.

  2. TheJackB says:

    The Fellowship of The Book- we need our own Rivendell to which we can repair and write in.

  3. High school, communist Poland. “Shout” is blasting and I love those new Brit synth bands. “Shout” is playing when I’m reading your nerve-teasing post.
    I didn’t know you were a difficult child at times:) What book have you written?
    Oh, YES, great post.

  4. A blogger is a new breed of author. One accustomed to thinking on his or her feet. With his ear to the ground and finger on the pulse of the zeitgeist.

    Yes, this involves rather contorted bodily and mental posing. [wink]

    I was at home when I first heard ‘shout.’ My mother was in the kitchen making dinner. I had come home from school maybe two hours before. The only memory I associate with it is a second cousin singing it in school during arts and crafts or shop class or whatever it was called back then. I hated my cousin’s guts because I envied him. He was pretty much everything I was not. Odd that I should remember this after so many years. It means something, but I’m not sure what.

    • Stan Faryna says:

      Love your description of a blogger, John!

      I also had a rivalry with a cousin. We should have been the best of friends. I never hated his guts, but we never loved each other.

      We had many things in common: artistic sensibilities, comic books, girls, guns, entrepreneurial instincts, etc.

      He was cool, but he was also a bully.

      Sadly, he grew up to be a drug dealer.

  5. I’m in for that!
    Eclectic group I must say, and I would be in no other I can tell you.
    Stan, as ever, I just get what I need here.
    Right now I am into Songs Francaise, translating the lyrics and teaching and indulging myself tinhat strangest of mysteries: language.
    My best to you…Billy

    • Stan Faryna says:

      Beyond general encouragement and mention, I would love to hear ideas about how we can fuel each other in our works.

      What are your thoughts, Billy?

  6. I have a theory about music. We all are somewhat locked in to the music we listened to during a prime decade of our lives…from about 15-25. That is when we’re discovered sex, finding our independence, and beginning to enter the real world. So, for me Tears For Fears came MUCH later. Of course I do remember that song as I think it was one of the early MTV music videos back when MTV did them.

    I discovered ALL the music I missed – post “my decade” – when Napster first came around. I downloaded thousands of songs from all those groups I’d heard about and never really knew. It was a fun time…

    BTW Stan, you WILL want to try and join #DadChat on April 12, when we’re celebrating our 1-year anniversary with a VERY SPECIAL guest! Hint: His last name is same as a rice rocket manufacturer!

  7. Shout reminds me of being young, of spending a lot of time in France, of sun-drenched motorways and the Dutch coast. It reminds me of wearing white trousers, a sony personal hi-fi that never let me down, and dreaming of what could or might be instead of what should be.

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