Hear…. here…. SOCS

It’s Saturday in this part of the world so I am going to have a go atΒ Linda Hill’s SOCS prompt once again. This is a challenge for me to write as I think and then not edit. I’ll probably cringe later when I read it.
So here it is, Saturday morning and I am reading blogs and listening to Pandora as I do so. I have a couple of programmed ‘stations’ in there including the one I am listening to now “Easy Listening”.So that takes care of the ‘hearing’ part of this prompt. My family don’t quite ‘get’ my eclectic tastes in music that swing from Matchbox 20 (playing right now) to Frank Sinatra singing “Fly me to the Moon” (previous song).
Music has always played a big part in my life. With music I am free to feel and be myself.
I used to sing a lot when I was younger. I have been in choirs in my younger days and once sang a solo during the Sunday service. Most of my choirs had no uniforms but one church choir did. I loved putting on the blue cloak with the white collar and sitting in the special section at the front of the church just for the choir.
Music is a way to let your feelings run free. Whether you are singing along with a song on the radio or dancing to the beat in a nightclub. It is primal.

I learned to play the piano when I was younger. It was Granny’s piano. The one given her when she was a young girl so she could learn to play. Granny promised me that when I was older I could have the piano but I found out later that it was just words spoken to a little girl that held no meaning to her at the time. The piano drifted between cousins of mine for many years until the phone call several years ago asking if I wanted it. If I didn’t take it, it was destined for the Salvation Army. I didn’t need to be asked twice. And now she stands in the corner of our dining room. All 20 tonne of her. Well not really that heavy but she does have an iron frame and carved legs. She is badly in need of restoration but she still sounds beautiful. All apart from one key that is out of tune. Well she sounds as beautiful as my meagre playing can make her.
When I sit at the piano and pick out a tune my heart soars and I feel at peace. Although I don’t sit and play as often as I should.
As my ears pick up the sounds I am transported. The memories of practice each morning before school comes back to me. The teasing from David about how bad I sound. And the memories of standing beside Granny and listening as her fingers flew over the keys playing old war songs or The Entertainer by Scot Joplin.
I found the sheet music for that a couple of weeks ago at a book fair and was happy to pay the $1 to own it.

A new song has come onto Pandora now “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down and my attention has been pulled from the past back to the ‘here’. The house is still silent with my family sleeping in. I have things to do this morning. I have to plan the menu for the coming week and work out a shopping list before I go to the markets and then later the store.
Oh, a big band is belting out from my computer now. I hear the amazing sounds of the trumpet and accompanying piano. As my ears hear, I close my eyes and I am ‘here’. In the present once more.

Wow. Music has such power doesn’t it? It is the means of time travel between here and then. It makes the heart sing. Or it can make it cry. It brings joy. It brings peace.
It is amazing.
Tell me about your musical memories. I’d love to hear them. πŸ™‚

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40 thoughts on “Hear…. here…. SOCS

  1. What a lovely post. I feel as though I was there with you as I read it, hearing the songs and listening to you tell your story over a cup of something warm. Thanks so much for sharing this as part of SoCS!
    I’d tell you my musical memories, but I don’t know that you’d want a novel written in your comments. πŸ˜‰

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      1. I seem to have missed out on it, Suzy. I’ve headed over to Linda’s post, but since I’ve taken a break this weekend (and only dropped in for a few minutes in the evening and morning to pen an idea or two and reply to comments), it would seem that I reached the challenge a little late.

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  2. Great post! Yes, I think music is one of the most powerful connections to our memories. I can tell you a song that “goes with” almost every strong memory I have from my life…each time period has its music. I love the story about your Granny’s piano. I’m so happy that you can play it again πŸ™‚ Thanks for sharing that!

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    1. I am having to re-learn. I have been buying some old sheet music books for beginners. πŸ™‚ Have fun with the piano. I find when I sit at the piano, something inside me breaks free and soars.

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  3. My music listening usually consists of marching band and concert band titles when traveling with H or Andrew. What more can you expect with a band director husband and a music major college son? Lol! Seems I’ve grown to love it though. I do change genre when they aren’t around. πŸ™‚

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  4. Ah, what a lovely post and so sad that your granny did not mean to give the piano to you. Things like that hurt a lot. My granny promised me a cruise…. never mind :-). As for the music part. Lately I have been more occupied with silence. Probably “The Sound of Silence” a song I really love. Just being here and listening to myself. But there are also times when music plays a real big part in my life. Especially when depression hits. I think music heals. Thanks for sharing your memories with us

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    1. I agree. When I am depressed music helps. Of course I have to choose the right kind of music or my depression will only deepen. I have a few CD’s that I have labelled “Happy Songs”. Those are for my bad days.
      I have long since forgiven my grandmother. As she explained to me (as an adult) she was attempting to comfort an unhappy child in the only way that she could at the time.

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      1. I am glad that is the case with your grandmother. It’s not helping to hold onto old pains. And “Happy Songs” are so great to get out of the bad groove. Even though for me the more depressed ones seem to help too. Like fighting like with like πŸ˜‰

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  5. I love your sentiments about music being the link between the here and now…so true, it’s amazing how quickly a song can take for a walk down memory lane!

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    1. Sometimes I can hear a song Robyn and I am back in the car with my family looking at Christmas lights, or at a funeral or any number of places. It truly is amazing that music has this time travelling capability.

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