Sometimes it's interesting to think about how music flows through my day. Usually there's so much going on, so many details to tie up, that there's not much time left for reflection. But even when things are bordering on chaotic, I almost always have music playing...or I'm thinking about upcoming selections.
Now, none of this is earth-shattering stuff. Heck, the only close to earth-shattering thing I've ever posted on my blog was the item about Elvis Costello and Diana Krall...which is still a little shocking. What interests me here is how the thread of just plain living pushes music toward me....
I woke up this morning...and did not listen to a blues record. Instead it was Pat Metheny's New Chautauqua. On most Sunday mornings I'll get a cup of coffee and read the Editorials and Arts sections of the paper while listening to New Chautauqua. It's as close to a ritual as I ever get.
Just before taking a shower the masochist part of me forced a quick check of the setlist at last night's Springsteen show at Fenway Park. For reasons not worth going into, I failed to get tickets to either of these two events. So do I want to know what happened at that first show? Yes and no. Well, Mr. Masochist discovers that they opened with "Take Me Out To The Ballgame". Nuts. Then "Rosalita" has reappeared near the end of the set. Double nuts.
We go out to a late breakfast at our local pseudo-50's diner (I don't think you can legally be served "brunch" at a diner, can you?) followed by a drive down to Cambridge to take Stepson-The-Elder back to college. On the way back we listen to The Wind. It's been getting a daily spin. "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" still gets to me.
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