Saturday, April 28, 2018

The wild, almost irreverent message of red boots: let's rock this thang, baby.




The story:

In the winter of 2011, I packed a wedding dress in a suitcase and flew to Europe to marry a man I had never met, but who I had only been in touch with telepathically for the previous 12 years. 
In my luggage, I also packed a pair of red boots.  I relished the idea of getting married in sweet, traditional white, partnered with the wild, almost irreverent message of red boots:  Let's rock this thang, baby.  
The marriage didn't happen.  I got stood up, and flew home.  Some called me crazy, some called me brave.  And then we both moved on, mostly.  
As simple as this song is, its creation process assisted me to fill in a bit of the deep hole the experience has left in me, a hole still lined with thousands of question marks.
Might as well move on with flair. 

Red Boots
Music and Lyrics by Emily Potter
F B C B
Give me red boots before I go
We’ll call it even, there’s no one to blame
Knee high, deep mahogany stained
Red boots before I go

My old brown boots walked the world to find you
Oh but she found you first 
She’s lovely I’ve been told
Now my soles are full of holes
From the mountains of emotions I traversed

So give me red boots before I go
We’ll call it even, there’s no one to blame
Knee high, deep stained
Red boots before I go

I’m walking, thinking about her and you
My wet feet feel the winter chill
Yeah don’t promise that you loved me
My red eyes want an offering
My red toes want new boots
to walk these hills

And make ‘em red
So I can walk away from you in style
Knee high, make 'em knee high
It'll bring back my smile
Red boots before I go
Red boots before you go 

Photo: D'Arcy Benincosa

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