When the Predator Calls Home

And the phone rings and rings

Terry Barr
The Memoirist

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Photo by Katrin Hauf on Unsplash

This morning as I thought about how to write this story about harmful things, I decided to do a search of songs about protection. The time I want to tell you about would take us back to the early 1970s, and for some reason, Bill Withers was on my mind. Of course I thought of “Lean On Me,” his anthem of feeling protected by someone you love and someone you can depend on.

From there my mind wandered to another song from that era, Santana’s “No One to Depend On,” from Santana III. These songs, however, speak to being dependable, or not, based on deep friendship and love, and isolation though great loss. I love these songs, but they don’t get to the heart of my trouble, my story about being left alone when my predator called my home.

But before telling you that story, or a part of it I’ve never faced before, I want to play a song I did find this morning, apart from that era but in the time I need it now. It’s by a favorite 90’s band of mine, the trip-hoppy Massive Attack:

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Terry Barr
The Memoirist

I write about music, culture, equality, and my Alabama past in The Riff, The Memoirist, Prism and Pen, Counter Arts, and am an editor for Plethora of Pop.