I'm going to write a meandering post about music, so feel free to tune out at any time.
I listen to a lot of music. I have quite a bit to choose from on my computer. Usually, I just scroll up and down, and choose what captures my interest at that moment. Sometimes, I choose music that I associate with a mood or theme.
I used to frequently talk about music on my original blog, but I haven't much on this one. My original blog, by the way, has morphed into an idea for a novel. I thought about writing it on line, but decided against it, since I didn't think I'd like writing fiction in such a public fashion. Of course, I hope to publish my fiction eventually, but I need to write it first, and I concluded that writing on line wouldn't work well for me. I might change my mind on that down the line.
Today I'm going to put "Fiddler On The Roof" on my computer. Its my Mother's favorite Musical, so I just gave her the DVD and CD. I've just claimed the CD back long enough to put it on my computer.
I've always wondered when I think about Shalom Aleichem if there's an Islamic writer named AsSalaamu Alaykum. By the way, I recently came across a reference that said that the Canaanite shift isn't Canaanite. The shift from that "aa" in Salaam to "0" in Shalom is called the Canaanite Shift, and supposedly occurred in the Canaanite Dialects like Hebrew. Somewhere, I read that this didn't occur in all the Canaanite dialects, so I wonder if it's still called the Canaanite Shift.
The songs I play for moods seem to be divided between melancholy and trying to make me not melancholy. This exists even in the Christmas season. That's what it is, so that's what I call it. My old Talmud teacher Daniel Boyarin called AD After Death and BC Before Christ, since, as long as we're going to use that system of time keeping, we might as well acknowledge what it really refers to. I do the same, and I feel the same way about XMAS.
I have two XMAS favorites. One is Joni Mitchell's "River":
Its coming on christmas
Theyre cutting down trees
Theyre putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
But it dont snow here
It stays pretty green
Im going to make a lot of money
Then Im going to quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
Im so hard to handle
Im selfish and Im sad
Now Ive gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I made my baby say goodbye
Its coming on christmas
Theyre cutting down trees
Theyre putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
The other is Chuck Brodsky's " On Christmas I got Nothing":
On Christmas I Got Nothing
My family never roasted chestnuts - on an open fire
Never went around the neighborhood - singing carols with a choir
Never went to Midnight Mass & sat on cold hard pews
My family - we had different views
I never had to be good - just for goodness sake
On Christmas Eve I didn't try to keep myself awake
Listening for sleigh bells - or looking for a mouse
Santa always skipped over our house
Jimmy got a train set with a shiny new caboose
Billy, an erector set, with nuts & bolts & screws
Tammy got a kit for making cheese fondues
But on Christmas I got nothing - 'cause we were Jews
We never put up trimmings 'cause we never had a tree
I wouldn't know a mistletoe from a torpedo's knee
I never sat on Santa's lap - but hey, if Jesus was a Jew...
Wouldn't that make Santa be one too?
I used to hate when it was cold enough for Christmas to be white
Never hung a wreath of holly - or strung the yard with lights
Those other houses looked so pretty - but the electricity they must've used!
We lit candles - 'cause we were Jews
Annie got a bright red pair of kangaroo shoes
Kathy got some soaps & an assortment of shampoos
Even Buffy's dingo got some brand new rawhide chews
But on Christmas I got nothing - 'cause we were Jews
Sometimes we ate chicken - and sometimes we ate lamb
Sometimes we ate turkey - but we never had a ham
I never did like eggnog - or those wine & cider brews
We drank Mogen David - 'cause we were Jews
Jenny got a bike she had to wait 'till Spring to use
Tommy from across the street - he got his front tooth
Joshua got a horn so he could learn to play the blues
But I already had some..."
Okay. It's Channukah as well.
Anyway, when I read the Unemployment Numbers today, a song came into my head, and I played it a few times. It's by Gil Scott-Heron, and it's called "Pieces Of A Man":
Jagged jigsaw pieces
Tossed about the room
I saw my grandma sweeping
With her old straw broom
But she didn't what she was doing
She could hardly understand
That she was really sweeping up..
Pieces of a man
I saw my daddy greet the mailman
And I heard the mailman say
"Now don't you take this letter to heart now Jimmy
Cause they've laid off nine others today"
But he didn't know what he was saying
He could hardly understand
That he was only talking to
Pieces of a man
I saw the thunder and heard the lightning!
And felt the burden of his shame
And for some unknown reason
He never turned my way
Pieces of that letter
Were tossed about that room
And now I hear the sound of sirens
Come knifing through the gloom
But they don't know what they are doing
They could hardly understand
That they're only arresting
Pieces of a man
I saw him go to pieces
I saw him go to pieces
He was always such a good man
He was always such a strong man
Yeah, I saw him go to pieces
I saw him go to pieces
To help feel better, I listened to Jackson Browne's "Before The Deluge":
Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each others heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge
Some of them new pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged loves bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by
By and by--
When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky
Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by
By and by--
When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky
I don't know if it'll help you, but it does me.
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