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Photo by Gail Harvey, no reproduction without permission
Music I've written about the key role of music in my life before but it bears repeating. My first memory of music is kneeling amazed in front of a cabinet full of vinyl records accumulated by my parents, everything from Ferrante and Teisher [sic?] to Anne Murray to the soundtrack from The Sound of Music. The one thing I asked my father to leave me/look after for me was his records and here they are with me today. I also remember some crazy 8-track called Sexy Sax which I have no desire to know more about...
But tonight, checked Jann Arden's blog [her writing has always made me howl] and was startled to learn she has had to cancel her US tour because of health problems. It is a well-known fact among my close friends that Jann Arden's music kept me from putting my freaking head through a window this summer. I cooked to her, I cleaned to her, cried to her, drove through new roads to her and I basically introduced a new generation of humans to her incredible voice and soul. I am sending prayers to her even though god knows I have no connection to the woman beyond adoration for what she does and how well she does it.
Music is all there is, and along with the divine Ms Arden I am kept going by Daniela Nardi, Jill Scott, Jimi Hendrix [Stepping Stone rocked my run this morning, a total glorious surprise: Jimi Hendrix was the Beethoven of his day, thank you, stranger] and Stevie Nicks, who's "Landslide" pretty much defines it all today.
Jann, don't know you, but be well. The world needs that throat and that brain. Namaste. As someone said to me today during a verbal arse-kick much needed, "Marnie if the concept of righteous punishment existed, Dubya'd be dead."
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