This morning the Woodson’s Complete Tree Service guys are taking down our dogwood tree. I expect that this is not a foreshadowing of my or Tom’s early demise. After all, we aren’t as old in people years as the dogwood was in tree years. We sometimes wonder whether this tree was planted when the house was built. If so, it would be 85 years old. In any case, the dogwood has had dieback for years and had to come down (see the post To Autumn).
Forgive me, it’s just that January’s short days and cold nights make me think long thoughts. I told you a while ago that I was going to write more about the 2014 road trip. I was hoping for a brief, yet comprehensive, summary of what we saw and felt and what we learned. Maybe later.
Back to January My mother died in January. Three years later my dad died in January. That was okay, really, but I do get a bit pensive whenever there is snow on the Pennsylvania and Ohio Turnpikes (the route we take from Virginia to Michigan for the funerals).
Music of the Spheres Tom bought some new speakers for the stereo system. So we had to try them out by listening to music we’d heard many times to see whether or not the new speakers sound significantly better than the older (by 20 years) speakers.*
The first song I listened to was “Secret Gardens” from Judy Collins’ True Stories and Other Dreams. I listened to it a couple of hundred times when my parents were dying and then died. Thinking back though, even in 1973 when I first owned the album, I cried when I heard this song. I cried Monday when I heard it again. I think they are tears of happiness: “I see you shining through the night through the ice and snow of winter.”
Next, we listened to Joan Baez’s version of “North Country Blues” from her Any Day Now: The Songs of Bob Dylan CD. I think I was checking out the speakers to see how they worked on pure human voices. Very well, I can report.
Next, I made a quirky choice: “Land of the Navajo” by Peter Rowan. The majority of our CDs are still in storage, maybe that’s my rationale for choosing this CD. Or maybe it’s because, while the plot of the song is opaque to me, Rowan’s evocative yodels (or whatever they are) take me back to the land of the Navajo, which I love.
Tom chose Abbey Road, you know by whom. We listened from “Here Comes the Sun” through “Her Majesty.” I was astounded. They sang with the voices of angels. I hadn’t remembered that.
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
How did they know how to write “little darling” instead using heavier words? Baby, I’m amazed.
Next, we listened to “Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” from Bob Dylan’s Blonde on Blonde CD. Tom has been listening to this song since he was a teenager in the town he always characterizes as “the armpit of Utah.” Looks like songs of love and yearning may work anywhere. I note that I am a person from the lowlands.
Finally, we listened together to some songs from Judy Collins’ Wildflowers including “Since You Asked”:
What I’ll give you since you asked
Is all my time together;
Take the rugged sunny days,
The warm and rocky weather,
Take the roads that I have walked along,
Looking for tomorrow’s time,
Peace of mind.
As my life spills into yours,
Changing with the hours
Filling up the world with time,
Turning time to flowers,
I can show you all the songs
That I never sang to one man before.
We have seen a million stone lying by the water,
You have climbed the hills with me
To the mountain shelter.
Taken off the days, one by one,
Setting them to breathe in the sun.
Take the lilies and the lace
From the days of childhood,
All the willow winding paths
Leading up and outward.
This is what I give
This is what I ask you for;
Maybe I can use this song as the summary of the road trip/marriage we’ve been on so far.
*The verdict on the speakers: I am not an audiophile. I don’t usually listen consciously for sound quality. Nonetheless, the minute I heard these speakers, I had a simile for Tom. The speakers are like my sugar cookies (really Joy of Cooking’s rich sugar cookies). They are so pure, simple, and unadulterated that a person used to inferior baked goods might not notice how delicious the cookies are. Same deal for the speakers.
I just love you two.
love you, too
Tom has always had an extremely keen ear for purity in great sounding stereophonic equipment. Your reference to “Land of the Navaho” reminded me of the album “Old and in the Way”. Thanks for the walk down memory lane.
Hi, Art, glad you enjoyed the walk and I’m going to have to dig up “Old and in the Way.” I don’t remember it, but maybe Tom does
Not an easy one to come by. Peter Rowan, David Grisman and Jerry Garcia.
Old and in the Way is the self-titled first album by the bluegrass band Old and in the Way. It was recorded 8 October 1973 at the Boarding House in San Francisco by Owsley Stanley and Vickie Babcock utilizing eight microphones (four per channel) mixed live onto a stereo Nagra tape recorder. The caricature album cover was illustrated by Greg Irons. For many years it was the top selling bluegrass album of all time, until that title was taken by the soundtrack album for O Brother, Where Art Thou.
1.”Pig in a Pen” (Traditional) – 2:53
2.”Midnight Moonlight” (Peter Rowan) – 6:17
3.”Old and in the Way” (David Grisman) – 3:05
4.”Knockin’ on Your Door” (trad.) – 3:36
5.”The Hobo Song” (Jack Bonus) – 5:05
6.”Panama Red” (Rowan) – 2:57
7.”Wild Horses” (Mick Jagger, Keith Richards) – 4:19
8.”Kissimmee Kid” (Vassar Clements) – 3:32
9.”White Dove” (Carter Stanley) – 4:45
10.”Land of the Navajo” (Rowan) – 6:19
Just when Tom got the album on Spotify and we’ve been listening to it, I read your comment. It’s a swell album and we are enjoying. Perfect for an early morning in Virginia. Thanks.
“The smiles returning to their faces.” ah, music. I’m so glad I’m not the last person who still listens to real speakers and not those little ear buds. I can almost hear your voice as I read these lovely ramblings. (“Blog” is such an awful sounding word.)
Yes, it’s real (or, realer) music for us. Like it is for you, but we don’t sing and play like it looks like the Moores do. Thanks for the kind words about the ramblings.