“Funny how a melody, sounds like a memory
Like a Soundtrack to a July Saturday Night”
— Eric Church, Springsteen
Songs have a way of taking you back to a particular place and time. Sometimes you might only have a vague recollection of the event, but the music can be tied to the emotion. Some songs might make you feel happy because of when you first listened to them. I have songs that aren’t particularly “summer” songs, but they always make me think of summertime.
Music is a powerful form of memory.
“Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moonlight
Someone’s thinking of me
And loving me tonight
Somewhere out there
Someone’s saying a prayer
That we’ll find one another
In that big somewhere out there
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we’ll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true”
James Ingram, Somewhere Out There
“Playing music is supposed to be fun. It’s about heart, it’s about feelings, moving people, and something beautiful, and it’s not about notes on a page. I can teach you notes on a page, I can’t teach you that other stuff.”
— Glenn Holland, Mr. Holland’s Opus
“I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart”
— Stevie Wonder
“Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.
Wouldn’t you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
and they’re always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
— Cheers Theme song
“The seasons well rehearsed begin with His downbeat
And on his cue the sun trumpets the dawn
The whirling winds swell in a mighty crescendo
With each commanding sweep of His baton
The oceans pound the shore in march to His cadence
The galaxies all revolve in cosmic rhyme
The fall of raindrops all in wild syncopation
As lightning strikes and thunder claps in time
The symphony of praise
Conducted by the Ancient of Days
May each creation great or small
Lift their voices one and all
In the symphony of praise”
— Steve Green, Symphony of Praise
This song has been stuck in my head for a couple days now, so I thought I would share. The lyrics above are only part of the song, and I would strongly recommend listening to the whole song. It is definitely one of my favourites. I love the whole song from the the lyrics to the orchestration.
“Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.”
— Joni Mitchell
“Beethoven tells you what it’s like to be Beethoven and Mozart tells you what it’s like to be human. Bach tells you what it’s like to be the universe.”
— Douglas Adams
“The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between”
“We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams; –
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.”
— Arthur O’Shaughnessy (1873)
Initially I couldn’t decide if Sunday would have a topic or would be a more miscellaneous day. That was when I landed on the title “Something about Sundays.” I liked the way it sounded. I have since decided that I will try to make Sunday a day for Poems, or segments of poems. I’m a bit worried I won’t be able to find enough poems – I’ve only ever read poetry in spurts. But I am going to enjoy the challenge of filling the weeks.
As poems can range in length I won’t always post the whole poem, but I will try to direct you to a site or book where you can read it for yourself. Like most things – it is important to understand the context.
You can find the poem in it’s entirety (to the best of my knowledge) here: http://en.m.wikisource.org/wiki/Ode_(O%27Shaughnessy)