The earth has lost another musical great, Al Jarreau. To me, he made music in its purest form, creating the most beautiful and interesting sounds using his body as an instrument, limited only by his vast imagination. For me, he is a forerunner to such artists as Bobby McFerrin, (in my opinion, another genius and innovator in a similar space) and the brilliant Pentatonix. Music literally lived within him and his music is now within me. For that I’m grateful. Rest in peace, Al Jarreau.
For a reason I can’t seem to figure out, the song “As We May Dream” has been stuck in my head for the past few days. It’s a strange, beautiful, and haunting tune on the soundtrack of an even odder film, “Da Sweet Blood of Jesus,” which seems to be a vampire movie but really isn’t. Anyway, hold my hand and listen with me.
rain today, made me think of this song, beautiful lyrics
the waters of march (águas de março; excerpt)
a stick, a stone, it’s the end of the road
it’s the rest of a stump, it’s a little alone
it’s a sliver of glass, it is life, it’s the sun
it is night, it is death, it’s a trap, it’s a gun
the oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
the knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
the will of the wind, a cliff, a fall
a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
it’s the wind blowing free, it’s the end of the slope
it’s a beam, it’s a void, it’s a hunch, it’s a hope
and the river bank talks of the waters of march
it’s the end of the strain, it’s the joy in your heart ….