The title of my last blog entry (this one too, actually) was totally a blast from the past. Some of my most lovely and untainted-by-reality childhood memories are of our annual family camping trip. And by "family" I mean the whole raging genepool of Nipps and in-laws descending upon Cleary Lake with motorhomes, campers, tents, fishing poles and a vengeance.
Every evening we would make "pizzas" and "pies", boil eggs in paper cups, and roast marshmallows over a raging campfire, and my mom and my aunt Mary would get out their guitars. I didn't realize that we were singing 60's protest songs; in my mind, they were just campfire songs. I thought every family in the world gathered around a fire to sing about the land called Honnalee and wonder where all the flowers had gone.
For me there was (and still is!) powerful magic in a campfire. There's something about guitar songs and wafting smoke and voices lifted up together that, more than anything else, allows me to live inside one shining moment suspended in space, to clear my mind of whatever's taking up space, and just be. I really should get my guitar out of the back of the closet.
The third verse of the title song goes like this:
I can't be contenteed with yesterday's glories
I can't live on promises, winter to spring
Today is my moment and now is my story,
I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing.
Yeah.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
you'll know who I am by the song that i sing
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This I can relate to. Sometimes I think that today's music generally being unperformable in living room setting is a really bad thing. Although I guess there's always Guitar Hero.
If it'll help you get the guitar out -
I [G]can't be con[Em]tented with [C]yesterday's [D]glories
I [G]can't live on [Em]promises, [C]winter to [D]spring
To[G]day is my [Em]moment and [C]now is my [D]story,
I'll [C]laugh and I'll [D]cry and I'll [G]sing.
Oooh! Indeed, this will help. :-) Thanks!
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