Slung over poetry and prose
A red reminder of the things I owe
A songbird silenced in the setting snow
I'm left here looking at the bones...
These lyrics come from one of the best songwriters I've ever heard, Roddy Frame, whose descriptive flair snappy tunes, and use of natural imagery has kept me listening, spellbound. for over thirty years. This quote pops into my head every Friday as the busy week winds down. As the week gets busier and the energy dwindles, the clutter of life accumulates on a Friday. Piles of mail, laundry, and detritus of daily living that I just didn't have time to get to patiently wait in place for a weekend clean up. It is especially apt in the darkness of a cold January morning. The winter "blahs" are here and spring is not near enough to be the light at the end of the tunnel. Yet.
Listening to Roddy's music (or Aztec Camera, his creation before releasing solo records) is medicinal for me -- his ability to use words and instruments has the ability to lift even the grayist, most overwhelmed soul up from the winter curbside. Art is like that! Whether you are creating it, listening to it, or looking at it, it has the ability to transport you to another way of thinking or feeling like nothing else. Engaging the mind in a creative act (or appreciating the creativity of others) can provide energy, positive thoughts, and sustenance, especially in these dark New England winters. Here's a link to the above song if you'd like to be crooned to this morning: Aztec Camera, Sister Ann
What are you going to make today?