(written yesterday - on my way to Chicago)
I am on a plane in a situation that I always try to avoid – I have no art supplies with me. No knitting. Nothing to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied. So my iPod is on and the music is doing its usual magic on me –
I love good music. There are chords and notes that resonate with me making me feel as if magic is in the air – that I can do anything. I want to dance in the aisles and wake up the dozy businessmen. Get them to shut their computers and come and tango. I love most kinds of music – classical, blues, rock, bluegrass, folk, and opera. Not all music sends me into a trance but there are some combinations of notes that seem as though they carry a message - if only I could really hear it I would know secrets of the universe. I want to sing out loud or pick up a fiddle and play; to follow the music wherever it would take me. I feel invincible and on the verge of genius. Right now Bruce is wailing that we should all be born to run…and I want to jump on a Harley and go roaring off down a highway. Now it’s Andrea Bocelli – singing his ever romantic song whose notes have been shown to tingle something special inside the brain…it makes me want to fall in love again – with that special tension of waiting for the perfect kiss. Oops now Carrie Underwood is smashing her ex’s headlights – and I want to just get revenge on that cheating bastard….
I’m gonna shut this thing off before I get in trouble on this plane.
Do you ever feel like this? Or do I have special musical receptors in my brain…
Note: I always wanted to be a back up singer for Eric Clapton since I saw Cream at the Garden in NYC way back when. In a slinky dress, at the back of the stage, singing a low harmony.
( oh no, it’s the Dixie Chicks – I’m gonna go all political now and take the long way around….)