Walking down memory lane or actually singing down that oh so unique path. That incredible state where music brings people back from long ago, places become touchable, and somehow the words come, dredged up from some faraway box. Amazing what music can do – melts away the years. Music, with just a few notes of THAT song, establishes the mood of all those years ago. I’m smiling. It’s a pop road tonight. It’s a winding road – Blondie, Coldplay, Sting, Peter Gabriel, Genesis, Bruce Springsteen, Police, Toto, Supertramp amongst the many You Tube can dig up.
The screen is showing Phil Collins at the moment singing at a concert in France in 2004. Singers, sax, brass, drums it all just plays. Pun intended. That sound of Collins on the drums. This is good.
Time is ticking – in two directions – both backwards and too fast forwards. My mind wanders to concerts where the music leapt from the stage straight into my heart. Concerts shared with friends, with family, with hundreds of kindred spirits. Jazz concerts in the park where the peacocks sauntered between the chairs under the canopy of trees and stars. The wine was very nice and the music sublime. Concerts under cover, in big stadiums sometimes seated, sometimes not. Rock concerts, jazz concerts, pop concerts, classical concerts.
I’ve sung my voice away to a whisper. Clapped until my hands were red. I just didn’t want the songs to end. And I still don’t. It won’t. My mind is full of notes and words. My body is filled with beats and rhythm. The music is in my heart. I’ll be back again soon. Wandering down a song, laughing a beat, memories tugging the lyrics, thought forgotten, from the box giving my voice words to sing. I gotta get a ticket to a concert! It’s time.