Just in case someone wanders in who doesn’t know what I’m referring to, it’s this weird phenomenon that used to happen to me.
I apologize for my manners (viz., the lack thereof). I hope that everyone has had, is having, or will have a lovely holiday season, of course. But there just hasn’t been much to celebrate of late ... and recently, another surprising development knocked our moods back even more.
Honest: I am thinking about more things than music these days. But those other things too often result in a blur of attentional demands upon me, leaving me little time to even attempt to compose cogent thoughts, let alone a cogent essay. Recently I’ve been thinking about Queen a lot, so it seems natural to commemorate the band’s truly inimitable front man, Freddie Mercury.
Let me be clear from the outset: I am not questioning the man’s monstrous musical talent in any way by asking that question. I ask it because at some point back in the 1970s, I selected a song as my favorite Elton John song. (For those who don’t know or may have forgotten, toward the bottom of this list I provide a hint about how bad I am at choosing favorites of nearly everything.) That Elton fact having clawed its way back to my conscious brain, of course I had to listen to the song ...
It was so cool. I never knew when it was going to happen, nor how; so when it did, it was always amazing.
... please be assured: no one is completely devoid of value.
And I have a mission for 2013.
Saw this and immediately thought of all of you.
"♫ Scottish Music- Auld Lang Syne ♫"
From very early days, I was taught to sing as a way to improve my speech (because I was partly deaf), and by the time I was in college I was an accomplished classical soprano (but nowhere near "professional" of course). Anyway, I loved to sing, and did so at every opportunity throughout most of my life.
I have been deep in home-improvement projects of late—mostly painting the interior, although there’s plenty of outdoor work that needs attention as well. The very short days make that difficult to get to, however; by the time I’m done with work, the sun is low enough in the sky that I’d barely get started before it faded enough to make it time to stop.
The big project—and topic of discussion for the three of us—has been how to celebrate the solstice this year. We’ve celebrated it the past couple of years, but this is our first opportunity to go all out. I suggested a Scandinavian pagan theme for the festivities, which was warmly received, so we all have been exploring ideas. It’s been a lot of fun, learning about ancient customs and thinking about which ones to use.
There is another holiday tradition that I sort of fell into; and I would be greatly remiss if I were not to continue it this year.
Because I can’t seem to stay with a substantive topic long enough for it to make it through editing...
I imagine nearly everyone who’d bothered to look at or listen to a news report yesterday knows that Robin Gibb died.
It is 2-1-12, and I imagine Rush fans worldwide are celebrating this auspicious day. For my part, I will spare those of you who might have encountered too many references to/vids of 2112, and instead offer up one of my favorite instrumentals.
This isn’t as out there as last year’s holiday song; it’s just a smile-producing, upbeat version of one of my favorite Christmas songs, so I want to share it.
How did I not learn of these musicians sooner? Guess there is a downside to not browsing YouTube regularly.