An old friend told me once that my life was set to music- I have a sneaking suspicion he was being a bit sarcastic at the time, as I was your typical histrionic teenage girl- but I didn't care- I liked the idea.
Maybe it was growing up with all those great movie scores with swelling string sessions. You know, in your mind, running through the streets to meet Cary Grant at the top of the Empire State Building....that kind of stuff.
Or maybe it was the poets in those turbulent years
Simon and Garfunkle
"hello darkness, my old friend....I've come to talk with you again...."
Leonard Cohen
Suzanne takes you down
To a place by the river
You can see the boats go by
You can spend the night forever
Donovan-
Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquility.
'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love.
High school dances....the songs coming from the radio of your first car...the song you listened to over and over when "he" did not call....your wedding song.....the song you sang to your child at bedtime....
You know...life set to music
