it happens against my wishes at times since my heart is determined to embrace bleakness and despairing too often, but the feet have a will of their own. a bit of base, a crash of drums, some keyboard and guitar; mingling melodies that vibrate and transmute until all is movement. the head dips and the shoulders roll, the torso swivels in counterpoint to the hips, … Continue reading dancing
I love music. I’ve been around it my whole life. It wasn’t a family thing, it was a “me” thing. It started with the piano. We had one, though no one played before I started. My mom wanted to but didn’t. She’d tried as a child, but her mother criticized the desire out of her. My grandmother could be harsh. I started piano lessons at … Continue reading When your favourite album’s the artist.
(mild trigger warning, mentions child abuse) On Wednesday, we dance. On Wednesdays, we, or rather I do a lot of things I don’t normally do. On Wednesdays, I’m free. I eat what I want, and I do what I want. I don’t turn into a somethingzilla, but I watch movies all day and eat popcorn for dinner. With butter. Which is always how I eat … Continue reading On Wednesdays, We Dance.
I don’t have a favourite song or quote. That suggests a singularity I find impossible to embrace. It’s a big world, full of ideas, thoughts, and musical offerings both shallow and profound. Favourites come and go. What we need and are drawn to varies with need and moment. I’m currently learning Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7, 2nd movement for the piano. It’s lovely and will be … Continue reading It speaks to me.
From Famine to Feast. 