A Little Day/Night Music

I hate to admit it, but the losses of the past year, and the isolation imposed by the virus, have left me fighting a daily battle with depression. Most days it’s a draw, some days I win, some I lose. The last few days, I have taken a serious ass whooping.

I just armed myself with my magic weapon for today’s battle. I put my ear buds in and activated Pandora. I don’t know why, but I hadn’t listened for a while. I just had the feeling that I should do it now.

The first music played was John Williams recording of The Throne Room from Star Wars. (Listen: the distant sound of stories rattling the bars.) That sound grew loud enough for me to sit down and try to share a story with you.

Rita was music major, as you know. She had a wonderful voice. Opera, Broadway whatever. She was great. I, however, have no musical ability whatsoever.
And I can provide several hundred witnesses to offer proof.

But music is important. And if I can finish this story, it is magic indeed.

When we lived in Connecticut we learned that John Williams was going to give a free concert at Tanglewood in the Berkshire Mountains in Massachusetts. So we packed the camper, got a site not too far away, and got ready for what was to become an enduring memory.

This was not just a concert. It was a beautiful fall day. We sat fifteen feet away from John Williams and the Boston Pops orchestra. It was a rehearsal for that night’s performance at Symphony Hall in Boston. (Well, duh)

Before each piece, J.W. for brevity, explained to the audience what the piece was, and how he composed it. You know, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, E.T. and the like.
We learned that, before writing a note, he watched the complete movie with no sound. No dialogue. Just the actions he was to bring to life.

After explaining each scene, the orchestra rehearsed it. As they played, we were able to witness the transformation of symbols on paper into something that can stir every emotion in the human soul. A truly magic weapon.

That night, we went back to the campground and listened to the entire concert.
It’s hard to describe the feeling we had. It was as if we had participated in something that would be uplifting to everyone who listened.

All these years later, just thinking about that day gladdens my heart. It represents so many of the wonderful memories we shared.

I have to thank J.W., Pandora, and whatever force had me start listening at that precise moment in time. Right now, I’m looking down into the pit, not up from it.
Today I won.

I’m writing this today, because I know some of you are fighting the same battle, and maybe, just maybe, these words will help you find your own magic weapon. And next time you need it, it will help you win that battle.

And who knows, that might end the war.


This entry was posted in Creative Work, General Interest and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

11 Responses to A Little Day/Night Music

  1. Suzanne Budovec says:

    Thank you Fred for your inspiration. Sharing is caring. God bless, and carry-on!

  2. Barbara Grundemann says:

    I hear you loud and clear.
    Music has always been a savior for me.
    Your stories are poignant and uplifting.
    Keep up the good work, and Thank You

  3. Elvis says:

    Yes, Fred.
    There is something magical in music – whatever one’s favorite genre(s) are.
    Enjoyed reading this.
    “Thank you very much”
    The King

  4. Arvilla says:

    JW just happens to be one of my favorites. He’s a station on our Pandora playlist. Well done , Fred. Thanks for sharing your special memory.

  5. Kathy says:

    Fred, you inspire all of us with your stories . What a blessing you are. May the FORCE continue to be with you. Keep m.j looking up

  6. Sandy Brock says:

    I love reading your stories too. You are a gifted writer and storyteller. Thank you for all you do. Hope you keep having winning days.

  7. WALTAH says:

    Fred: Far be it that you need a word from me. I’m a jealous man. I just wish we could sing the “Cattle Call” one more time.

  8. Shirlyn says:

    That was very touching, Fred. I wish I was close enough to give you a big hug! I hope you win every day.

  9. Eric says:

    Fond memories are to be cherished and cultivated. Sad as things may be, and sad as they might get, fond memories can always help to offset despondency; those people without these memories can easily fall by the wayside unnoticed.

    Thanks again Fred

  10. Edith Vondall says:

    Thanks for the memories. Each memory helps with another way to live with this time in our lives.

  11. Val Carano says:

    Another beautiful story Fred. You are spoiling us. Thank you.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.