Remember Is A Place From Long Ago...
"Remember" is on this album
There's a song called, "Remember" we used to sing in A.C.E. (Advance Choral Ensemble) at my high school. Of which I of course was not only a member but also did some staging for the group that was known for it's polyester Angel Flights pants and vests with contrasting colored "silk" shirts for the boys and Danskin leotards and wrap-around dresses of the same color as the men's vests/pants on the girls. Although this was the late seventies, early eighties we looked like Saturday Night Fever wannabes and we thought we looked great! Well, this song, "Remember" was given to me by a dear friend from my high school days for my birthday recently and as I listened to it, I couldn't help but have a wash of emotions and memories come flooding back. "Remember, is a place from long ago..." - Don't Get Me Started!
The more I think about holidays the more I think that someone somewhere had a good idea with this whole thing. I'm not talking about the fact that there should be gross commercialism over supposedly the son of God's birth or that we should even be celebrating the fact that we took the land from the American Indians and left them holding the cob without any corn (or should I say, maize) on it at all by the time the deal was done. No, I'm talking about how we all seem to get introspective as the holidays draw near and unfold.
Like so many other people today, I am a busy person. If I'm not setting up a meeting or sitting in a meeting, I'm on the phone, on my several email accounts (either on a computer or the Blackberry or both at the same time), tweaking the website, writing, getting in touch with people for future stuff for the site, feeding and petting my cats, talking to my mother and trying to find time to have a life with my guy. We all "over" schedule ourselves these days and for those of us who actually had lives where our hips used to be vibrating with the thrill (or lust) of romance instead of an incoming call or email (we felt we had to answer immediately) I believe we had more time to think, to experience life and just be. Not to sound like the old Beatles song, but I know I wear my mother, father, mate and everyone in my life out to the point where all they want to say to me is, "Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be." The problem is that my mind is shouting at me and those whispered words too often aren't heard or answered by me. They go to some voicemail I never check or that I delete without listening to the message. (Enter high blood pressure, bad cholesterol counts and pills to sleep) Thus the holidays are a time for me to listen to those "whispered words of wisdom" that were inside me all the time. Much like Glinda says to Dorothy in the Wizard Of Oz, "You don't need to be helped any longer. You've always had the power to go back to Kansas." Now, I've never been to Kansas (also don't know that "I've been to Paradise but I've never been to me" as the song goes) but the point hits home for me (and not just because I'm a Jewish, Judy Garland, Over The Rainbow, Oz-loving, gay!)
You see, as corny as it may sound, we all do have the power to get home to ourselves. We're just too busy making car payments, working out and working our jobs to utilize the power. (Oh my God, I have just written the first two sentences of my new self-help book - God forbid!) But it's all true and that's also the reason why I don't read all those self-help books. Because you need to personalize any philosophy or new thought process with references and tangibles you yourself can understand. I don't get the visualizations or "practices" in the self-help books I've tried to read. Look, I've lived my life waiting to hear the swell of the MGM orchestra starting like every musical I ever watched (over and over again). So my personal references are movie musicals and lyrics from songs because that's what hits home to me. And hey, it works for me...usually. It's just that the older I get the more tired I get waiting to hear the conductor's baton tapping his music stand giving the orchestra its cue to begin.
And thus we're back to holidays and their power to force us to remember. You see there have been times in my life where I've heard the music loud and clear. There was the first time I ever took a dance class. Sure there was music in the classroom but it penetrated so deep that it hit me somewhere in my soul. The same thing with the first time I ever stepped on stage. Saw my first Broadway show. Met the man I've been with for over nineteen years. (To some it may sound impossible but I DID hear music when I met the man who would become my life mate - sure we were auditioning for a musical at the time but you get the idea). And so at holidays I think it's important to remember all the times we've heard this music inside us, celebrate it and figure out a way to get that music playing again. No regrets or melancholy, we should just feel the way we do when a song comes on the radio you haven't heard in years. Dare I call it, "happy?"
So thank you to my friend Dave for sending me the song "Remember." It certainly has made me remember quite a bit and at the same time it's given me a chance to take some time to think about the future as well. Funny how the past and future are so linked, huh? So as the holidays begin this week, I hope all of you hear your own music again (and/or whatever it is for you) and that you don't get sad about the past but take the time to enjoy and remember. Remember is a place from long ago... - Don't Get Me Started!
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