Sitting outside Lovejoy Bakers a few months back, a friend and I chatted with a young couple sharing the community table. Somehow we got to what I call “parlor games.” Based on our selection of just three favorite creatures and the three traits that made us favor each, my friend could tell us how we saw ourselves, how others saw us and how we really were. It was amazingly accurate. If you are interested, write for the formula.
As favorites I picked dogs, dolphins and giraffes. But me myself? Think I was born in the year of the dog but I am a bird. A reader told me so today (see comments in Good Questions). I am not a yard dog, to be sure, but a bird. Go ahead with, “Yeah, a loony bird!” I say it with pride since I cannot claim being much of song bird and only occasionally dress up Peacock style; Portland is pretty casual.
The bird song on my iPod is Skylark sung by K D Lang for the 1997 soundtrack of Midnight In The Garden of Good and Evil. Melts my heart every time with a bitter sweetness of longing and hope and a strong sense of soaring, seeking. Kinda of what I’ve been doing across the Oregon countryside in recent days. And man, what a bad ass horn solo! http://www.220.ro/videoclipuri/KD-Lang-Skylark/rP5PONiVNM/ Once you have followed that link, you gotta listen to Kevin Stacey singing That Old Magic, too. Same movie soundtrack.
Before Sony pocket size tape players in the early 1980′s, we could only imagine breezing through life with the perfect music score playing as our picture perfect life unfolded in Hollywood style. Music is pretty powerful, wouldn’t you agree? How long could you go without it? How many times has it set or worse, ruined a mood?
“No one going through a breakup should listen to any music other than instrumentals,” I remarked to a dear friend last summer after the iTunes shuffle mode on my Mac nearly made a wreak of my work day. She laughed, and agreed. I should have extended the recommendation to ” instrumentals for which NO WORDS were ever written.” There are a zillion songs that speak to our heart, our experiences. I am beginning to wonder if music – all genres – isn’t the most powerful art form. It certainly speaks to our daily life experience.
They’re Writing Songs Of Love ..but not for me drove me to the powder room during a Tulsa concert last year. Yesterday Bill Joel’s hit, “I Am An Innocent Man” caught my attention in the car; I was riveted to the words. Was Billy Joel out there, waiting for me? In 1983 how could he know what I was going to experience in 2009-10 and have the right words to sing? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xmKBf8QWsA
During my last visit to Tulsa I wrote on facebook of my intent to visit the roof of the Mayo Hotel in Tulsa, Oklahoma for my evening ritual of sky gazing (birds cannot be caged for too long). In the back of my mind a lyric surfaced…”up on the roof…” I couldn’t place it but soon friends were sending links (The best: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zbasjy2_IY8) One song and before I knew it I was lost in the music of the 1970′s (a giant step toward the future, for me, by the way!). Later in the conversation thread a forgotten group surfaced and another even older song spoke to me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSVfLNCW4Fs&a=54af4yShH-4&playnext_from=ML
And what a bonus – the group I had forgotten was Australian (like me mum!)
Follow the links, Take a few minutes to think about music. As the song says…Come on, wake up! Life is a joy. Fill it with music and welcome all the feelings it brings.