After this is published I will change the settings so this will fill the whole page, and mark the beginning of summer/sunshine/different posts. Maybe I'll just add to this one post for a few days, editing spots where I see fit.
I want to share my favorite music because I know there is power in that medium, though I don't feel moved in the same way or to the degree that it appears some, many people do.
I play the cello, as I've shared before, and though I don't have the patience or drive to play at a very high level, I love the sound more than any other instrument. After school, when there are too many voices knocking around, I listen to cello music to calm me down.
I scratched through the Prelude of the First Suite for my first performance three years ago. I generally listen to Janos Starker's recording, but this was a better video.
Dvorak Cello Concerto in B Minor
Rachmaninoff's lovely lyrical pieces (I love the Vocalise)
Dance of the Elves
Bachianos Brasileiras No. 1, Fugue
On lonely, tired nights I sit with my computer and watch Ludacris music videos, because my mind doesn't process intelligent music well when it is trying to process other things, which it usually is. I went through a brief Snoop Dogg phase last year, I would watch His Fatherhood and try to get around the parental controls on my parents' computer so as to watch footage from the Up in Smoke Tour. A fan commented on one of these youtube videos and claimed he would give his right testicle to have been able to go to one of those shows. If there is a female equivalent to this statement, at the time I'm sure I would have jumped on it. Now I have my own laptop, and no parental controls, but my craze is, thankfully, over.
So, so, so, so wrong. But, yet, so right.
I have happy toddler memories of seeing the Beach Boys live, listening to Buddy Holly and The Crickets, memorizing every line to The Music Man soundtrack we kept on the floor of my mom's lilac mini van.
I would chant Marian Madame Librarian (along with the Shakespeare song Mrs. Barratt my music teacher taught the class for Mother's Day) before bed as a sort of cool down ritual for the day.
Now that I think about it, the entertainment my parents provided when I was young has a very special resonance for me.
Revival in Belfast (late night drives, using the steering wheel as a drum)
Bruce Springsteen (poster, toothache in his ear (Dan Tucker???))
Beatles (1 red cd case)
Nightingale, Handel's Messiah in the old church
Little Maid books
Chronicles of Narnia
Little House series
Gone Away Lake
Rowing to Latitude, Swimming to Antarctica (why did he choose these for me?)
Dido and Pa
Remember this one?
You know I love you.
To Be Continued...
I shared that music houses memories for me, but the images tied to different songs have an even stronger and sharper voice. A video or album art crowds my head, just as songs with lyrics are too much after a long day, and I can never sleep after watching television. I have a hard time appreciating art museums, for that matter, because the pieces run together into a jumble and a blur.
I try to post pictures, images that have meaning to me and are not overwhelming, because then the words have less and less validity. Maybe that's why I don't have the heart for music that some do: the product is too much more than just the sound or the emotion.
To be continued, once again
I love going to ballets because the chairs are comfortable, but the atmosphere isn't as sinister as the inside a movie theater can feel. My parents bought season tickets for the Washington Ballet when they used to put on classical ballets more often and it was feasible to spend sixty dollars per ticket. During Intermission my mom bought m&ms and brought me down to the front row to peer down into the orchestra pit. Nutcracker was the best production, but Peter Pan was when we met the man who had a cold like me and the cast shouted "Pirates!", which made me bounce.