let the music play

Sitting on my living room sofa on this rainy Sunday morning, the morning of turning clocks forward, an incomprehensible continuous tradition that will mess with people's sleep habits for weeks to follow, I am determined to find music for Leigh Anne's Slicer Music Festival.

I am easily distracted. Following yesterday's the first truly warm spring day the rain is disappointing. It doesn't bother a crow who sits on a top branch of a birch tree and gently swinging looks over the area. At first my eyes deceived me to see it as a duck, so fat and round it was, but the brain quickly corrected this ridiculous notion. The crow is quiet. Surprising, considering how the crows usually are the loudest ones around. 

I keep drinking green tea. I finished eating two leftover slices of salmon-broccoli quiche and now am contemplating whether to eat a piece of leftover cake also. I ate in silence, almost silence, for the rain tapping on the windowsill creates steady rhythm.  

Choosing the songs for the party is a challenge for me, so much that I have left joining the party for the last minute. I don't listen to music much. I don't have a radio at home, I don't have a Spotify account, and putting on CDs is not a habit either. Usually when I drive, I don't listen to my car radio neither. 

There was a time last May when I listened to a song and sang along loudly on a long drive from a school visit. This is the first song I'll take with me. Billy Joel's Piano Man. The sing-along experience inspired me to write a Substack post. It is interesting how one song transported me three decades back to a Greyhound bus taking me from Washington DC to Bowling Green, Kentucky. In addition it reminded me how my boyfriend, now husband, got a wrong CD as a gift for me. 

I know now what the second song could be. Last Friday my hubby and I went to listen to a concert in a local culture house. We had seen the singer once before on her very first public concert when people knew her as an actress faous for her role as a young witch in a children's TV show. The first time she sang it was just her and her guitar on the stage. This time the stage included a piano, drums and a stand with four guitars and a banjo and five people altogether. The songs though were still similar - sweet, melodious and relatable. The song I am choosing for the party is called In Dreams and starts with the lines "In my dreams I dance on the tables. Mari Jürjens (skip ad)

Following this, the third song can't be anything else than Pink's Never Gonna Not Dance Again. During my coaching studies, when I was going through some complicated times at work, this song was a power boost to reclaiming my strength and spark. This is a song I chose when my supervisor asked to represent where I was in my life at this point. 

We will listen to the piano man and some guitar and then we are going to dance. I am glad I have chosen the pieces for the party and can now join others at Leigh Anne's place.