A world where we need music….

Another week has passed and once more the weekend has arrived filled with jobs to do and errands to run. There is a saying ” if you want something doing, ask a busy woman…”, well it sure feels like I am on the receiving end of the asking.

I awoke at 5am, from that point I have not stopped, the dawn greeted me with overcast skies and drizzling rain, birds valiantly trying to inject some joy into the day with their song to no avail. How different from last Saturday when I felt upbeat and ready to take on the world, I have been fighting the urge to crawl back under the covers for the last four hours. I have an old VHS video of a Bette Midler concert called ‘Art or Bust’, in one of her songs she talks about a blanket of navy blue with black trim around the edge, I may just go and find it out and play it, after all misery loves company. On second thoughts what’s you tube for.

Well that puts my day into perspective. I love her ability to tell a story though song, music is a powerful tool, we connect events and emotional times to what was our soundtrack. Sometimes when I hear a song on the radio tears unbidden wet my cheeks and all of the regret and loss is as immediate as it was then. I am glad my emotions can be ambushed in that way, better to feel than to just exist, closed off from the memories and emotions however painful, giving us the opportunity to acknowledge them and be objective, before once more safely packing them away.

I think it was Victor Hugo who said,

“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”.

I could not put it better myself.