There is that moment before the music starts. In the silence.
In that silence is the collection of all that has been as well as the encapsulated harbinger of a lifetime yet to come.
It is the moment before the song begins. That moment of anticipation.
I wish I could remember the first song I heard. Can you?
I would like to say mine was something like
Rhapsody In Blue….or perhaps Fanfare For The Common Man. Iconic. Inspiring. All time favorite songs.
It was likely something like The Beatles.
The late 60’s anthems from Abby Road or Let It Be. Songs played in the house of my childhood.
The first record I bought…..Bohemian Rhapsody on a 45. I was around 6 years of age. Freddie Mercury in all his operatic splendor. Me, learning all the words to sing along. Still remembering them to this day. Worth every cent of my allowance.
Music….the ever present companion.
Lying on the floor in front of our stereo recording songs from the radio on 8 Track tapes.
On the davenport in my grandfather’s music room hearing Fiddler On The Roof and Porgy And Bess and Stravinsky.
Waking in the night hearing Neil Diamond’s voice and peaking out the door of my childhood bedroom and seeing my mother and father sitting close listening to I Am I Said in all its singer songwriter glory. A song I recently have been listening to myself.
My sister playing I Don’t Know How To Love Him and I would sing it, able to say out loud the pronoun HIM when I mentioned love and if anyone questioned it I could say I was only just singing the words.
Ever present- listening in the dark of my lonely teenage home songs by U2, New Order, The Smiths. Songs speaking to the inner turmoil as well as to the world around me. Songs calling me to write. Songs calling me to do my part to make the world a better place. Songs to dance to.
The first time I went to a club and danced to a modern rock remix and to disco, the first time I danced with another boy. The personal revolution occurring inside of me at that moment of communal listening and moving.
Oh and Beethoven’s 9th. The Final Chorus on Schiler’s Ode To Joy…that one note that stirs my proverbial soul every time it embraces its moment in my experience.
Revolutionary music, socially aware and protest music- from Vagner to Tippet’s “A Child In Our Time.” To songs sang across a bridge in Selma and danced to in
Greenwich Village clubs during Stonewall.
Religious music. Secular music. Old and new. Ever playing and reminding.
When alone or with a crowd- music is there. More than providing a soundtrack, it perhaps makes the true moment possiblemeaningful- powerful.
But let us go back to the silence. It is the moment just before. Just before we smile. Just before we cry. Just before we dance. Just before we are called to go do well in the world.
In that moment THIS MOMENT there is nothing and everything. Are you listening ? Do you hear….
The challenge to help bring about positive change.
The melody that reminds you of why you love the object of your affection.
The memories of a father, a fellow music lover, and the new realty that I will never again walk into his office to find him listening to a cd I made for him years prior. Knowing we will never listen to music together as we had so many times in my childhood.
Awaiting the notes so perfectly and intentionally arranged to move and transform all that hear it. And those that make it.
And now in this silence……before the song yet to be heard…
Let us raise our hands not to direct the music yet to come. No. Let’s us raise our hands to be open to it and all of its transforming power. Preparing to embrace all of the unexplainable, all the was, and all the is. Embracing all that is yet to come and our part in making it come to life.
Let there always be music to be heard.