{"id":637,"date":"2007-11-02T21:31:58","date_gmt":"2007-11-03T01:31:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.songsthatsavedyourlife.com\/2007\/11\/02\/social-distortion-angels-wings\/"},"modified":"2007-11-02T21:31:58","modified_gmt":"2007-11-03T01:31:58","slug":"social-distortion-angels-wings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.songsthatsavedyourlife.com\/2007\/11\/02\/social-distortion-angels-wings\/","title":{"rendered":"Social Distortion, “Angel’s Wings”"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I triumphed in the face of adversity
\nAnd I became the man I never thought I’d be
\nAnd now my biggest challenge a thing called love
\nI guess I’m not as tough as I thought I was<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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In May of this year, I took the worst beating of my academic life. A savage, intense affair that resembled an extra scene from some literary version of Fight Club<\/em>. No, I didn’t get to meet Brad Pitt. Instead, I got worked over by a smallish, youngish woman named Helen.\u00a0 In fairness, this wasn’t an entirely unexpected development. I had spent the bulk of that academic year reworking, and reinventing, my quasi-stable thesis, and so the finished product was somewhat… well, unfinished.\u00a0 The draft did, however, attack some of the sacred cows in my sort-of field, and I was rebuffed with extreme prejudice by the guardians of that field.\u00a0 You see, originally, I signed on to do a project on early-modern drama and I ended up in printing. These things happen. The muse takes you where it will, and you have to roll with it.\u00a0 Unfortunately, these changes can have rather severe consequences when they come too late.\u00a0 The beating ended with an ultimatum: “give us something good in the next draft or go home.” { Phrased, of course, in very diplomatic language. This is <\/em>Britain, after all.} My heart sunk. In a state of utter disappointment, and perpetual anxiety, I began to plan for my trip to Dublin. And, then, for the long, American summer that would somehow pull me through everything. And as luck would have it, it finally did. But the journey, as these things usually work, was far more complicated than I had ever imagined it would be. And here, as a sort of “what I did this summer” that will hopefully make up for a long absence, is that story…<\/p>\n

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The summer started off well-enough. I came up with an outline for (yet another) thesis, and this was quickly implemented. I got halfway through the new chapter in a week, and I began entertaining thoughts of a short, sweet progression from “studious Ph.D. student” to “man of leisure.” After seeing the R.E.M. rehearsal<\/a> in Dublin, I returned home in July to prepare for an extended stint in San Francisco. My best friend Julie and I were planning on catching quite a few Smashing Pumpkins shows, and Dianna would come to see us for a few of those, as well. { More on those here<\/a>.} I brought the remaining bits of my chapter, and intended to get things settled during the first few evenings.\u00a0 However, as a noted anthropologist once said: “things go awry.”<\/p>\n

Striking while the iron is hot cannot be oversold as a philosophical approach to life.\u00a0 A few extra days of leisure, and I began to obsess over the required quality of the writing.\u00a0 Would it be good enough for my supervisor?\u00a0 Would our fight get to round three?\u00a0 Would I ever earn my upgrade to full-Ph.D. student from baby-Ph.D. student? { An “upgrade” is a standard part of the British process (and, indeed, most Ph.D. programs).\u00a0 Without this, it’s “thanks for playing” and a hastily-arranged trip home.} My recollection of ideas and sources began to fade, and I found myself adrift in a sea of compositional uncertainty.\u00a0 Stuck in this state of ennui, I began to promise myself that it would all get done “next week.”\u00a0 Each week, I kept finding things that “needed doing,” and pushing back the start date of that rapidly-fading draft.<\/p>\n

By mid-August, I was in a state of serious peril.\u00a0 I had gone out to Michigan to spend time with Dianna, and the stress made me the worst sort of cohabitant.\u00a0 Everything irritated me.\u00a0 Every flaw – real or imagined – became an insurmountable obstacle to happiness.\u00a0 In short, I was tyrannical and unsatisfiable.\u00a0 I came home in September, and arranged to stay for a couple of weeks more.\u00a0 I would finish the draft, or I would quit school.\u00a0 The thing simply had to die – one way or another, there would be a Pyrrhic end to the whole affair – either by scorched Earth or fireworks.\u00a0 Now, bear in mind, this was all a beast of my own creation.\u00a0 My idleness had led me to the same place it took me in high school.\u00a0 By the time I ended high school, I had earned a place right in the middle of my graduating class { Curiously enough, however, I had amazing <\/em>scores on my standardized tests.\u00a0 No one knew what to do with me.}, and had remarkably few prospects for the future.\u00a0 It took an enormous amount of luck,\u00a0 charity, and the careful guidance of loved ones to get me back on my feet.\u00a0 I say it all the time, but, if not for Julie, I would never have attended college.\u00a0 Never found my way to Oxford and Cambridge.\u00a0 Never made it out of the gravity of my family’s ruin.<\/p>\n

And so, when everything had stalled this summer, I found myself wondering just what I had done to my life.\u00a0 How could I have let it all go so wrong?\u00a0 How could I have wasted such an opportunity?\u00a0 All of this, strangely enough, because of a few thousand words that I basically knew how to write, but couldn’t for fear of making a mistake.\u00a0 I had never been so indecisive in my entire life.\u00a0 I went back and forth from Michigan to Massachusetts to New York.\u00a0 I drove around Vermont and New Hampshire, and I began to try to come to terms with the new and most-definitely-not<\/em>-improved life that would soon unfold before me.<\/p>\n

That is, until a little voice in side my head began to scream.\u00a0 A deep, primal rage at my apathy.\u00a0 I thought of everything I’d given up for the sake of my education – relationships, friendships, a life<\/em>… my father’s final years – and, as often happens, a little bit of music made everything start to change.\u00a0 Social Distortion’s Sex, Love and Rock ‘n’ Roll<\/u> had come ’round to “Angel’s Wings,” and a lyric struck me hard: “How many times have you asked yourself \/ Is this the hand of fate now that I’ve been dealt? \/ You’re so disillusioned this can’t be real \/ And you can’t stand now the way you feel… \/ I don’t care what they say \/ I won’t live or die that way…” A light came on in the melodrama-encrusted cave of my heart, and I knew – knew <\/em>– that this was it: win or go home.\u00a0 Win or die.\u00a0 The life I spent so much time building now depended on my ability to get up off the mat, shake myself off, and fight for what I wanted.\u00a0 I had a choice.\u00a0 I could spend my time passing the buck, or I could be straight with myself. And then, the real <\/em>truth came to me…<\/p>\n

Years ago, after my three-year hiatus, I began my university education in earnest.\u00a0 I cleaved through the coursework, taking the hardest classes I could, and won A grades and awards in droves.\u00a0 I went from UMass to Oxford, and the quality of my work only increased.\u00a0 I found myself able to match my game to whatever the challenge.\u00a0 Sheer Will made up for the gaps in my education.\u00a0 After UMass, I went on to Cambridge where I would eventually get a first on my dissertation. { That’s a “Wow!” in the American system…} Heck, I even learned, as David Bowie had long before, “when to go out” and “when to stay in.”\u00a0 Things were looking up.\u00a0 But then I didn’t get into Ph.D. programs, and I had to come back and teach at UMass.\u00a0 And then my Dad died.\u00a0 And then I found other rejections.\u00a0 I felt like Job.\u00a0 I felt like a fool.\u00a0 I felt lost.\u00a0 I hadn’t been beaten up until now, and I took this as a sign that I had “peaked.”\u00a0 There simply couldn’t <\/em>be another explanation.\u00a0 (Sometimes, in bad moments, I still think this.) And so, when I finally began to succeed, it was hard to shake off the feeling that I had gotten into York on luck rather than talent.\u00a0 It was hard to take my dissertation seriously, as I continued to feel like I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.\u00a0 That beating in May seemed inevitable – and I accepted <\/em>it.\u00a0 Rolled right over.\u00a0 And it was only this summer that I realized that I’d been constructing a self-fulfilling prophecy from day one.<\/p>\n

And so I began to fight. I finished the chapter within a few days of this realization, and then I concentrated on the remaining time with Dianna, and on Julie’s wedding.\u00a0 I invested as much of myself as I could into becoming human, and on repenting for the sins of my feckless, stress-addled self.\u00a0 I sent the chapter to my supervisor, and I waited.\u00a0 On returning to York, I found that my chapter had been a success.\u00a0 It needs work, sure, but I’m on track for the upgrade (early December – please keep your fingers crossed!).\u00a0 And I’m all right.\u00a0 I’m learning to see this Ph.D. as its own challenge, and not something upon which the cumulative worth of my existence rests.\u00a0 Whatever happens, I think that might be the most valuable lesson that will come out of this three-year odyssey.<\/p>\n

The song, as it happens, was the first thing I heard when I walked out of my supervision.\u00a0 “I triumphed in the face of adversity \/ and I became the man I never thought I’d be \/ And now my biggest challenge a thing called love \/ I guess I’m not as tough as I thought I was…” I first got the album on the same day as my beating, and that verse left me feeling bitter when I heard it.\u00a0 But now – well, hey, it fits.\u00a0 Learning to love myself, and this work, and those around me… that is the biggest challenge left.\u00a0 I took my beating, and I’m over it.\u00a0 It doesn’t touch me anymore.\u00a0 Not because I’ve come up with an encyclopedia of reasons to aid in my denial, but because I’ve learned one simple truth: we’re all winners and losers. And you know, underpinning the whole “strike while the iron is hot” philosophy is a recognition that we’re all eventually going to shuffle off this mortal coil.\u00a0 Looking back on the darkest moments of the summer, and the ways in which they frustrated and hurt the people I love, I know that I don’t want to live, or die, that way.<\/p>\n

And so, friends, I’m back.\u00a0 I’m beginning to shake the dust off the storytelling parts of my brain, and we’ll get better as we go along.\u00a0 The site will soon begin to grow again (and you’re certainly welcome to help!). Yes, this was a somewhat ego-centric narrative of the summer, but I’m sure that the rest will come out in other stories.\u00a0 (In fact, I’m sure there will be a post about arranging the music for Julie’s wedding.)\u00a0 YouTube has presented us with three options for listening to this song – and the best clips are a bizarre anime version<\/a> and a sappy acoustic one<\/a> (the video is sappy, not the song…) { The former has a perfect audio track, and the second is a very interesting variant.\u00a0 Click them: if you dare!}\u00a0 See you all soon!<\/p>\n

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