As I stepped outside to take a few photographs last evening, I could hear music coming from down the road, an early start to the Labor Day weekend no doubt. I walked around the crab apple tree taking photos - various configurations of fallen apples in the still green grass of late summer - listening to, "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?" I thought of my friend, Amy, who passed in the winter of 2005. I remembered her telling me how much she liked the song as it played in the background at the Tesuque Village Market one Sunday afternoon. We would sometimes go there for lunch and a piece of their sinfully delicious tiramisu. Listening to it play in the distance brought a softly surreal feeling to the evening, an expansive sense of timelessness. As the last notes played, I walked back to the cabin and took a few photographs of black-eyed susans and birdsfoot trefoil growing in the grass behind the cabin, none of which turned out very well. It doesn't matter. It wasn't about the photographs.
The photograph is mine, taken several days earlier, before they fully ripened ...
That wonderful song does bring back memories .
ReplyDeleteThey have a very distinctive sound.
DeleteThat's one of my favorite songs.
ReplyDeleteHi, John ... Hope you have a good weekend.
DeleteNice way to start the day. Thank you Teresa.
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome. :)
DeleteMusic can trigger forgotten memories and stir our hearts when we least expect it. :)
ReplyDeleteIndeed ... :)
DeleteDear Teresa, I'd forgotten this song and I so liked it when I first heard it sung so many years ago. This week I, too, posted some songs--three actually--that were a part of my life in 1967, the first year after I left the convent. As one of the women who commented said, "The songs were like a compass for life." Peace.
ReplyDeleteI like your choices ... so glad I went over to read and listen. :)
DeleteYour words have such power to evoke feelings within my heart, Teresa. This piece is like a gift from you to me. Thank you. Feeling rather poignant right now.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely comment. Thank you so much, DJan.
DeleteI'm not such a fan of Chicago, but other songs do stir my heart in the way you describe. It's wonderful when it happens, and sometimes it takes only a first note or two for it to happen.
ReplyDeleteThe photo of the apples is beautiful. I'm especially taken with the little fellow (as I imagine) on the far right. Sometimes, the grace notes of life can take surprising form.
I will admit I'm not a fan of Chicago,either, but the song in the moment made me feel other things and I've always loved looking at time ...
DeleteI'm glad you noticed that little feller over there. Yes, grace notes ...
Here we are again, Teresa; another "in sync" sort of moment. I was just gearing up to start writing a post about last night, Friday, and the last free concert of the season in a nearby town. The group, Chicago Connection, is a tribute band for non other than Chicago, and this was one of the first songs they played. It is amazing, isn't it, how sounds and sights can evoke memories, much like the sense of smell, and take us back to such a specific place in time, as this song took you back to your friend, Amy.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post.
Ridin' that wave ... :))
DeleteThanks so much, Penny. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, would that apple picture be worth a thousand bites? A truly beautiful photo of natures gift to health.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing how the music of our youth gets tatoo'd into our soul. Swing music was the music of my youth and when I come into the house from a day of working in the yard, I turn on the swing bands for relaxation.
I like Chicago and the song, although it is probably tatoo'd on the souls of my kids. I love any music with a great dance beat. Sorry that you lost a good friend. It's tough to find a really meaningful friendship.
Manzi, What a sweet surprise ... I always love hearing from you. I'm thinking again this morning of how music shaped my life. Our house always had music in it, as mine does today.
DeleteFriendships you can count on can be very elusive. I remain grateful for Amy ... her fun and thoughtful friendship. Thank you so much, Manzanita.
Remember the song well. Especially '...does anyone really care...' That was when time stood still.
ReplyDeleteThere are days, much like this one, when I feel we've fallen asleep in a field of poppies ... red flags everywhere ... and we are choosing to ignore them. The man behind the curtain is a snake oil salesman in a huckster's wagon. People are dying around the world because of our policies and complicity.
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