Whenever I listen to ‘Crying’ and the high notes that Orbison reaches with so little effort, I always feel like personally awarding him an Olympic Gold Medal for his unimaginable vocal gymnastics. I give you this morning's rendition more out of fond memory for the song than with any attempt whatsoever to seek to replicate it in execution.
I also love the words of the song that gives out the message that we all cry; men as well as women, particularly where love and romance are known to have broken down. When a person doesn't cry outwardly and holds back their tears out of some sense of false pride/image or 'stiff upper lip' adoption, their sorrow simply finds vent through some other body organ. Besides, were the eyes never to show tears, the soul would be forever bereft of its rainbow that follows. My mother used to tell me as a child if ever I fell and hurt, and false pride made me stem the flow of my tears, "Never be afraid to cry, Billy. Tears are God's holy water that heals. People that cry have no need to curse."
Twenty-five years as a Probation Officer taught me that progress was often impossible until the person who had long repressed emotional problems gave themselves permission to express them. Often, the first form of expression were tears; they needed to cry. Seventy-six years of life has taught me that nothing can exist in this world without knowing its opposite. Happiness can never come out to play while ever sadness is painfully watching through the window of one's soul. You must let both out to experience either and make possible the expression of each. So never forget that we make more shallow the depth of our sorrows when we cry.
Love and peace Bill xxx