Shape Of Love NOW – This week in movie-making

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PHOTO and QUICK PONDER of the Week:  Remember Me

As you walk on by

Will you call my name?

I graduated high school to the anthemic sounds from the movie The Breakfast Club. The song was British rock group Simple Minds’ “Don’t You (Forget About Me).” If you know the song, you know it’s not possible to forget the song. Those La’s – those LaLaLaLaaaa’s – are not going away. Neither are the Hey-Hey-Hey He-ey’s or the Oooooooh-ohhhhh’s. The song’s all set. It’s the rest of us wondering if we’ve left a memorable chord.

I was reminded of the unforgettable song this week when I discovered a long-forgotten piece of family history in a box in the basement. It’s a small autograph book of my great-great-grandfather, Ivan Bryan’s, dated 1879-1881. He was a teenager living on Chebeague Island in Casco Bay, about ten miles from Portland, Maine. It says Autographs on the cover, but it’s more like a “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” album, a time capsule of short notes signed and dated from island friends and family.

It struck me how many say, Remember Me.

Or Forget Me Not. Or like one friend said,

Forget thee. No Never. Remember thee. Yes for ever.

It made me think that teenagers from the ’80’s – the 1880’s – probably felt similar things as teenagers from the ’80’s – the 1980’s – they just expressed them differently. 

At the end of The Breakfast Club, the teenage character played by Maine native Judd Nelson walks across an empty high school athletic field following a Saturday detention as one of his four fellow detainees voices a letter written to the smug assistant principal/detention supervisor:

Dear Mr. Vernon, 

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice the whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, with the most convenient definitions.

But what we found out is that each of us is a brain, 

and an athlete

and a basket case

a princess, and a criminal.

Does that answer your question? 

Sincerely, The Breakfast Club

Thinking about if and how we will be remembered – and not forgotten – is one piece of the ageless and timeless pursuit of “songwriting” ourselves into history. 

Here are two melodic entries from Ivan Bryan’s autograph book:

When this you see Remember me
If I were hope with magic light that points to future fair, I’d make thy path ever as bright as the path of angels air.

I’m heading out to Chebeague later this month to get with the super-hero historian on the island, because I know she can help Willie Johnson, Benjamin Seabury and the others be remembered to me. I will report back. If the unforgettable song follows me from the mainland to the island for the day, I might jump in the Bay. I will report back. PS – I like the song, but I can take only so much haunting from the ’80’s – any ’80’s.