SOMETIMES BE PASSIONATE

Usually when we write something, we have in mind what we intend to do with it – part of a book; a freelance article etc.  But sometimes, there are words inside you that you must just get out, just for you.  Today was one of those days, and I indulged myself by writing a few lines just for myself.  And I feel good about it!

 

MISSING THE MUSIC

 

By DVORA WAYSMAN

 

It is hard to be old!   There are all manner of things that, at nearly 87, I can no longer do.  Some of them are physical.  Many relate to dear friends I once had, who have passed on.  They were the ones who knew you when you were young; who could reminisce about things from the past that made you smile; who could reference things that are long past and today’s friends don’t really know what you are talking about.

But what I truly miss, is the music.

 

Once I could mention names that brought instant recognition, but today only blank stares …. Who remembers Judy Garland, Deanna Durbin,  Nelson Eddy and Jeannette Mc Donald?  And my grandchildren talk about bands with strange names like

Radiohead and Pearl Jam.   But they know nothing of the Big Band era , back in the 40’s and 50’s – oh, that was music.

 

Just to hear their names again – Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, Duke Ellington, Woody Herman and |Harry James is to imagine yourself on a ballroom, dancing to music so sublime you feel you are in paradise!  And the songs, with lyrics that had you both smiling and heart-broken all at the same time.  Mel Torme “I’m Getting Sentimental Over You”;  Sarah Vaughan singing “Tenderly”;  the incomparable Ink Spots reminding us “When You Were Sixteen”;  Kate Smith breaking our heart over lost love with “I’ll Be Seeing You” and Patti Page asking “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.”

 

No television then,but we felt we knew all these artists intimately, just hearing them on the radio, or playing His Master’s Voice records on an old gramophone.  The magic of Ella Fitzgerald, the finest female jazz singer of all time, telling us with Louis Armstrong that “Love Is Here To Stay.”  Then there was Billie Holiday.  And later, Frank Sinatra – Ol’ Blue Eyes.  Yes, some of the young ones have heard of him, and every now and again my grandson, musician and singer David Lavi, learns one of his songs and sings them to me, admitting that his music “had something” – “My Way”; “The Way You Look Tonight” and “The Girl from Ipanema”.   But no-one can love the music the way my generation did.  It shaped our world.  It sent us soaring to the moon.  It made us smile;  It made us cry.  What is there now to compare to Duke Ellington’s “Sophisticated Lady” or  the heartbreak in the lyrics of “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”?

 

Life moves on.  Everything changes.  But, as I take my walk down Memory Lane,

what I am missing most of all, is the music.

 

Write something just for yourself.  If you need help, I am here.  My latest novel “Searching for Sarah” is available direct from me at discount – dwaysman@gmail.com

Happy writing!

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5 thoughts on “SOMETIMES BE PASSIONATE

  1. This is lovely Dvora. With Apps like Spotify, there’s access to whatever we want to listen to at anytime…even the oldies. I’m a 50’s/60’s boomer, so I love Kris Kristofferson, Bee Gees, Connie Francis etc., from days gone by. I was just saying the other day that I don’t understand the lyrics to the songs today. With the oldies, we could actually hear the words. I’m sure this generation will be complaining about the same thing 50 Years first rom now. Be well and let the music in your heart rock on.

    • Thank you both for your comments – they mean a lot to me. I didn’t understand what Mel meant about an anonymous message under my Post article today, but am happy it resonated. Dvora

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