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August 25, 2009

Editors note-Sara is moving to Tuesdays.  We are steadily adding more movie reviews to Fridays, and I thought she’d look faboosh right here.

By Sara

View from my Concert Hall

View from my Concert Hall

Courtesy of Shannon, I’ve been relocated over to Tuesdays. So this is me, bein’ Tuesday. In honour of being uprooted and plunked to the most awesome day of Tues, I’ll be swiping a topic from darling Sister Anne. Leave us go over to Music.

I usually give a series of concerts during my Summers at Higgins Lake, Michigan. I cater to a small audience and pretty much take credit for a lot of work other people do. Because I’m somewhat of an ornament, I can get away with batting my eyelashes at Boys and talk them into taking care of technical things for me (read: rewiring, splicing cables, refreshing my drink, fixing speakers, etc.). When all these stuffings have been taken care of, enter my social butterfly-ness. I’m the skirt who makes up the playlists, rolls out the tunes, takes requests, and attempts to create an all-around interactive atmosphere in which people can enjoy music and make some new pals.

I gave my first concert of the Summer last week~end on a chilled & rainy Saturday night. (Perfection, non? Mas oui!) I am fortunate to have a series of very dedicated friends who show up for these things because the overall effect of listening to music, watching the stars appear, and enjoying a cocktail appeals to their group. These proceedings appeal to me, too, which is why I continue to give these concerts despite brief but ratty encounters with curmudgeons who feel that sleep is more vital to their lifestyles than listening to music in the woods at 11.30 pm. I’ve said it before and I maintain it now, ‘I will sleep when I’m dead’. Therefore, bring on the bands.

Now, having said all that, I’ll say all this: I got a couple of Summer songs. (Anybody else got a couple of Summer songs?) One of my bests is ‘I Thought About You’, Tony Bennett style. In the late afternoon, in preparation for the evening meal with my family, I can be tracked down in my room, dolling myself up, and listening to Tony Bennett. ‘I Thought About You’ melts an ethereal backdrop into a juxtaposed view of the sunset from my window. The colours outside slide into the piano & words inside and offer up all the wonderful memories I have of my Grandfather. (My Grandfather was a major contributor to my musical education, providing me with lots o’ symphonies and favourite composer, Mr. Tchaikovsky.) I adored my Grandfather and one of my reeeally special treats is hangin’ at Higgins, during the pm, listening to the T.B., and diggin’ on my memories of Gramps.

My other best Summer song is ‘Girl From the North Country’. I roll with the Bobby Dylan/Joey Cocker version as their voices are so awful (good awful) and that song is so allegorical it begs the title ‘The Best Awful’. Verbally, it’s horrendous, but musically & lyrically it’s a magical horrendous. Of course the lyrics read like a story, being via Bobby Dylan, and Scarborough Fair was one of those magical places little kiddies (or maybe just me) fantasized about wide-eyed exploring.

My Father used to play a couple of mixed tapes, during our hour and a half drive to Higgins Lake, which included ‘Girl From the North Country’. So, I got a special place in my life for people who remind me of this song, and, in turn, remind me of Higgins. If you’ve made the cut for that song, you’re pretty much munching on a s’more with yours truly over to Sarasota Land.

Needless to say, ‘Girl From the North Country’ reminds me of my sibs, Janey, Annabelle, Juan, & Gnat. Being at Higgins, listening to my musics, and wishing we were all together, physically, is a delicious dream in the making. It’ll happen for us, sure, because it has to. Maybe I see this song as a map back to each other, maybe our whacky shared personalities shouldn’t be unveiled to the world just yet, maybe I should just get my drink on & quit getting’ all philosophical. Most likely, I’m just a really lucky chick who digs music and the universal language it knits through the soft sparkling threads of memories & hopefulness.

Dismount soapbox.


7 Responses to “ SCARBOROUGH FAIR ”

  1. anncine on August 25, 2009 at 8:29 am

    A delicious dream indeed…One day:)

  2. pancake on August 25, 2009 at 8:36 am

    I want to go to there.

  3. Sara on August 25, 2009 at 8:54 am

    You all WILL go there.

  4. Nat on August 25, 2009 at 9:45 am

    Joey Cocker’s a good singer, and I thought you liked Dylan’s singing. Also, what’s with all the Tchaikovsky?

  5. Sara on August 25, 2009 at 10:06 am

    Joey’s a great singer. Bobby’s not so much, but I like him as a poet fer sher. Tchailkovsky=awesomeness. I’m not entirely sure what your comment means.

  6. Nat on August 25, 2009 at 11:15 am

    The franco-fied spelling. Normally you spell Chaikovsky as (T)Chaikovsky.

  7. Sara on August 25, 2009 at 11:51 am

    Spelling is for suckers.