I absolutely love this column and the way you feel music. It reminds me a little of how when I forget a song I used to always play on the guitar, my brain can’t remember, but if I relax with the guitar, ’
I just love this, Kate. It reminds me that hearing even a snippet of the soundtrack of a certain time can put me right back there in such a visceral way. Music does live in our bones, sinews, bloodstream, just waiting to summon up the memories stored most deeply in our bodies.
I absolutely love this column and the way you feel music. It reminds me a little of how when I forget a song I used to always play on the guitar, my brain can’t remember, but if I relax with the guitar, ’
often-times, the memory is in my hands.
Exactly.
And thank you, Jan.
Loved the reflections. And the last paragraph is immensely moving! Brava:)
Thanks so much, Abby!
Sleepers Wake (Bach), Brahms Piano Concerto 1 and 2, and Brick House by Lionel Ritchie and the Commodores…that’s how much I love this piece.
I hear all that, and it means so much to me. Thank you, Fran!
I just love this, Kate. It reminds me that hearing even a snippet of the soundtrack of a certain time can put me right back there in such a visceral way. Music does live in our bones, sinews, bloodstream, just waiting to summon up the memories stored most deeply in our bodies.
Thank you Alice! So nicely said.
Such a lovely, tender post. Thanks, Kate.
Thanks so much, dear Elisa.