Music in the Aire
By Arnold
Clover
Walking down the street, I fade
in and out of musicians on the boardwalk.
These people are “American Idols.”
But ears are the eyes of the beholder. I stop and listen. Closing my eyes and
feeling the vibrations of the music, I place myself where I can hear best. I am
lost for now… The sun sneaks away and so do the colors. The drum circle
beats rhythms into the moon’s appreciative face as she turns her head to
hear with each ear. She never turns her head away from the music. The tide
warbles and the earth vibrates ticklishly. The cool air dances wildly. I find
myself—in syncopation. Much later, a convertible cruises by blaring
“If I was your girlfriend”… The guy parks and enters a bar.
The Red Elvises’ van is ever-present. The Lovesick Lunatics are playing
somewhere. Suzy Williams is performing. Musical talent is prevalent in
Venice.
Every one has their favorite
song. We remember first hearing a tune—where we were, what we were
doing—and sometimes we travel back in time. Music pours into our bones and
fills us up. It reflects our mood or changes it. Music speaks to everyone and
unites us regardless of the language we speak, the color of our skin, or our
religious beliefs. And we dance to the music as we interpret it. We express
ourselves and find our voice in the beats, the bass and the melody. I experience
the music. I follow the band. I forget the world that is so cruel—for the
moment.
I appreciate all music for what
it does for our souls. It’s in our heart and in our head; no one can take
that away. The outside concerts and sponsored events are gone until next summer.
Are you wondering where to go to listen to music? Your first stop should be the
Venice Beachhead. Our calendar section will keep you in the know! I will just
sign out and dedicate Joan Baez’ “One Tin Soldier” to the
chess-players of the world who use real people as their pawns.
Posted: Fri - November 1, 2002 at 06:34 PM