Music really is important. It's important to our sanity and to our well being. Now that we spend so much time in the DC area to cover Congressional hearings, C.I. has purchased a place and one of the things she's most recently added to it is a piano. And she gets more of a chance to play that one than she does her piano at home (Bay Area).
Thursday evening, I sat down and played a little bit and I'd forgotten how healing it can be. (I took piano lessons in school. I'm okay. Not great. But I can generally play a song I love at least half-way decently.) And it's really amazing how lost you can get sitting at the piano, playing music. It's like you're floating. And then, when you're done, you just feel so mcuh clairty. Or I did.
And it's the same way, for example, in the car when we're driving to some campus or whatever that we're going to be speaking at and one of us will end up singing and the others joining in. Sometimes Wally will have his guitar and start a song and we'll all join in. But there's just something very healing about music. It lifts your spirits and provides a sense of comprehension. Maybe because music is based on mathematics?
Maybe somehow that provides some sense or logic?
I have no idea.
But it's that sense of wonder that can be found expressed in Joni Mitchell's Grammy winning "One Night Last Summer."
One of the campuses we've spoken on -- among many -- is the University of North Texas in Denton, Texas. That's a really nice campus town, by the way. And there's all this activity around the university, all these stores and actions and it just strikes me as this romantic notion of what the university experience is. (I mean that as a big compliment.) When we were there last, I exchanged e-mails with a guy who is a poli sci major and music minor and we're forever talking music in our e-mails.
I love Phil Ochs and the Mamas and the Papas and so many more. But my e-mail friend wrote me to pass on that UNT has an audio streaming program of things like this which is the Pop Chronicles and features the Mamas and the Papas (really just John Phillips and Lou Adler, remember, this was the sexist sixties) among others (Barry McGuire, the Byrds and Lovin' Spoonful also have segments in this one -- and you can hear Phil Ochs briefly). So there's a streaming piece for you if you're looking for audio. This is a multi-part documentary
Closing with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"