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Make Mine M U S I C
The Sirens Continue to Call Me Down to the Sea with Their Mournful Wail
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.— ~~Victor Hugo
Music is my voice when my heart is overflowing with so much joy that it would burst. The song, with or without words, will share my heart's true feeling.
No matter where I am or what I am doing my usual response is to dance and sing along, my body's reaction to the musical interlude finding its way to me.
My eldest grandson turns a blind eye to me when I begin to sway or tap my foot or sing (O, my O!!!) when I am in public.
Music has a magic all its own
Wandering, searching, seeking to find answers to what sometimes would devour every last fiber of me if I let it, I choose MUSIC.
To face the day, the night, when questions whirl around inside my head stealing the sleep that my body cries out for endlessly, MUSIC will calm and soothe those ragged edges.
Victor Hugo, writer extraordinaire, creator of the Hunchback of Notre Dame and Les Mes....penned the words so many years ago that define this mystical, magical art form...He tells us that it expresses what spoken words do not convey and cannot be silenced.
He gave a voice to the thoughts I feel about the power of music.
Nature's Symphony Awaits Each Day...
Where words leave off, music begins.— ~~Heinrich Heine
Here I am stopping to check in on facebook when walking....you can see my earbuds are in place.
An MP3 player provides the music that pumps me up for my walk....sometimes I do shut it off and just hear nature's symphony
Having embarked on a journey of walking daily, eight miles, I find music is my companion on most walks.
The selections are mostly very fast-paced, up beat songs whose lyrics are familiar and keep me stepping along. In fact, it does very keenly keep a song in my heart.
There are some contemporary praise songs on my MP3 player as well...which also provide a musical background for thought and inspiration as I walk each day.
Most every morning...Little Heston Wayne begins his day singing....
There was a time when I was lost inside a bottle and would have said, "Make mine rum."
Years later, I would have said, "Make mine percodan."
More years passed, and, now I say, "Make mine music."
Nothing else works for me like music.
Many of the songs that offer me the most solace do so because the writer/singer felt what I was feeling at the time. And carried that feeling one step further...turning it into song. The rhythm, the color, the melody, the primal fear or joy all captured and shared.
“Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.”— Kahil Gibran
Moving from one decade to another as the days turn to weeks and to months and to years, music has bridged the gap as this passage of time emerged.
A little girl traveled to 4-H Camp for many summers.. In the evening we gathered around bonfires to tell stories and sing.
One song we sang over and over year after year...
"Boom Boom ain't it great to be crazy
A horse and a flea and three blind mice
sitting on a tombstone shootin' dice
fell on the flea
"Oops," said the flea
"There's a horsie on me!"
I can still hear the tune echoing in the air bouncing of the trees as our hundreds of voices joined to bring this song to life.
We Did Not Sound This Good but We FELT Each Part of It Slip Into our Souls
Time moved on again and as a tween (a term yet unknown when I was one), I attended church camp.
Again we gathered around campfires and sang.
Not all of the songs we sang were of a religious nature but some were.
One I still love today is
"We are climbing Jacob’s ladder,
Soldiers of the cross.
.Every round goes higher, higher,
Every round goes higher, higher,
Every round goes higher, higher,
Soldiers of the cross."
I can feel the song being sung...the passion we felt as we joined our voices in praise. I cannot believe that the words came back so quickly. I guess it is because it was a part of me.
There are other verses ...but these are the ones we sang most often.
The camp was nestled in the hills of Virginia and our song swirled through the trees and around those hills and back down into our souls.They became a part of who were are today.
Camp songs were not the only songs of my youth though. There are so many songs that rush to mind when I become that young girl-woman who was coming in to her own. At about age 15 the real power of music began to move me to feel emotions that had not fully emerged before this time.
Many of the songs were sung by the 'rock 'n roll' singers of my day.
I could fill volumes on the songs that were part of that time of my life.
Limbo Rock..an all time favorite...we love love loved to do the limbo!!!
And, The Twist...another song that got us up and moving.
There were many many romantic songs that we young girls would play over and over on our record players...we kept the 45s playing all afternoon long.
And soon we were off to college to another level of music.....American Woman was one that captured our mind and stayed with us...that was a time of experimenting with drugs (something I did not do until I was an adult, many years later).
My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.— ~~Martin Luther
Then and Now...Make mine MUSIC
With each subsequent decade music became more and more a part of my daily life. And I found when someone asked me what type of music I liked I would say, that I like all types.
And that is true. What I should have said those is that music I prefer is music that speaks to my soul, that feels the way I feel, that expresses those feelings best for me that I am unable to express on my own.
Make mine MUSIC is clearly the best drug of choice for me. Intoxicated by the whole sensory waltz with musical interludes often I find the greatest pleasure and greatest relief by allowing myself to be lost in music's arms.
Traveling Over the Rainbow
Fly Over the Proverbial Rainbow
Over the Rainbow
As is true in the lives of each of us, unwanted, unwelcome events and circumstances have come to my life and to the lives of those that I love.
When my nephew left the planet suddenly two years ago, we were shaken to the core. And thankfully MUSIC was there to help us express our grief and to assuage the pain.
One song that did it best was Over the Rainbow as it is sung in the video that is here. It just carried away our pain for us and remains today a song that soothes and comforts.
When I Get Where I am Going.....
What Prompted this Hub....When I Get Where I am Going
The reason I wrote this hub is ....
the other day my daughter posted on Facebook "When I Get Where I am Going"...that says it all...
She was referencing Brad Paisley's song When I Get Where I am Going".
And so now I have a love hate relationship with this song. It is a beautiful, passionate song about embracing death and what will come after 'we get where we are going.
And while the song carries me away, I am kind of not so enamored of it so much right now as my daughter is fighting her greatest fight right now with cancer that I have written about so many times here on HubPages.
I do want her to feel the joy that being free of pain will bring and want her to feel the joy that is sung about in Brad Paisley's song. But selfishly I want that time to come later. Another miracle right now would be a most welcome gift...a miracle to take her pain away and to take the cancer from her body. (We have had multiple miracles over the last 11 years...)
No one is ever ready to lose someone they love so very much.
When the time comes for her to spread her wings and fly, I will once again find solace in the words of those who are so blessed to convey our innermost feelings and thoughts with musical interludes.
© 2014 Patricia Scott