I had the greatest aunt. She was chubby, very pretty and had this amazing collection of CD’s and movies which she allowed us watch if we were good. It’s funny when I look back now because she was only slightly older than I am now when I was six or seven. I’m writing this piece with a smile on my face because it brings to memory, those beautiful innocent moving combination of spoken and physical art. I call them, my cherished childhood memories.
Ten years later…
Here I am, manipulating Google into letting me pick up those pieces of my childhood. Those times when I heard those songs, felt them within my core, but never really could relate to them. I just loved the instrumental, the voices, and occasionally had respect for the lyrics. These were songs of life, love lost, love found, survival, sacrifice, suffering, romance, imagination. They fueled the yet unknown dreams of a young mean tomboy who had found feminine solace in those audio works of art. I still can’t find the download link to one of the songs, but one of them is 98 percent trough, and the other 16 percent. There’s time. ….Gimme a break will you?
..now listening to Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella song, “a lovely night”…
A lovely night, a lovely night
A finer night you know you’ll never see
You meet your prince, a charming prince
As charming as a price will ever be
The stars in the hazy heavens tremble above you
While he’s whispering, “darling I love you”
You say goodbye, away you fly
But on your lips, you keep a kiss
All your life you’ve dreamed of this
Lovely, lovely night…
There was Phil Collins with his smooth, age affected, tenor, lulling me to musical and creative depths I never knew existed within me. He made me feel the pain of love lost in do you remember”, I learnt compassion from “another day in paradise”, my feet tingled with the joy of dancing in “dance into the light”, I felt the first stirrings of betrayal and lust with “in the air tonight”, I learn to let myself go and be myself with “true colours”, and the hope of reuniting came with “you’ll be in my heart”
Tracy ah Tracy Chapman. I initially confused her for a man, but soon got over her male voice. She made me conscious of suffering, motivation and hope with “talkin’ bout a revolution” and “mountains o things”. She revealed the pure joy that came with helping the one you love in “for my lover”, the sharp sting of betrayal and the powerlessness of love in “baby can I hold you”.
Now I realize why I never truly forgot these songs, and why as soon as I played them, ten years after, the lyrics spewed forth perfectly from my tongue like old friends reciting their promises to keep each other in their hearts forever. I’m never gonna be musically inclined, but I will forever appreciate these classics who stirred the first feelings of emotions in a helpless, misunderstood, tomboyish seven year old.
Thank you guys.. Thank you aunt Morenike
Ten years later…
Here I am, manipulating Google into letting me pick up those pieces of my childhood. Those times when I heard those songs, felt them within my core, but never really could relate to them. I just loved the instrumental, the voices, and occasionally had respect for the lyrics. These were songs of life, love lost, love found, survival, sacrifice, suffering, romance, imagination. They fueled the yet unknown dreams of a young mean tomboy who had found feminine solace in those audio works of art. I still can’t find the download link to one of the songs, but one of them is 98 percent trough, and the other 16 percent. There’s time. ….Gimme a break will you?
..now listening to Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella song, “a lovely night”…
A lovely night, a lovely night
A finer night you know you’ll never see
You meet your prince, a charming prince
As charming as a price will ever be
The stars in the hazy heavens tremble above you
While he’s whispering, “darling I love you”
You say goodbye, away you fly
But on your lips, you keep a kiss
All your life you’ve dreamed of this
Lovely, lovely night…
There was Phil Collins with his smooth, age affected, tenor, lulling me to musical and creative depths I never knew existed within me. He made me feel the pain of love lost in do you remember”, I learnt compassion from “another day in paradise”, my feet tingled with the joy of dancing in “dance into the light”, I felt the first stirrings of betrayal and lust with “in the air tonight”, I learn to let myself go and be myself with “true colours”, and the hope of reuniting came with “you’ll be in my heart”
Tracy ah Tracy Chapman. I initially confused her for a man, but soon got over her male voice. She made me conscious of suffering, motivation and hope with “talkin’ bout a revolution” and “mountains o things”. She revealed the pure joy that came with helping the one you love in “for my lover”, the sharp sting of betrayal and the powerlessness of love in “baby can I hold you”.
Now I realize why I never truly forgot these songs, and why as soon as I played them, ten years after, the lyrics spewed forth perfectly from my tongue like old friends reciting their promises to keep each other in their hearts forever. I’m never gonna be musically inclined, but I will forever appreciate these classics who stirred the first feelings of emotions in a helpless, misunderstood, tomboyish seven year old.
Thank you guys.. Thank you aunt Morenike
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