November 8 – Mozart, his music

Mozart, his music
library recorded sound
and we have it all

In the movie, Amadeus, Antonio Salieri shuffles through pages of sheet music penned by Mozart and says, ” … music, finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase and the structure would fall.”

I thought of this when my iPhone randomly played the 11th piano piece or the “Piano Sonata No. 11 in A major, K. 331 – I. Andante grazioso

I often think that had only the 1st measures of this piece survived, Mozart would still be according greatness.

Simple.

Magical.

Simply magical.

What kept this arrangement of notes hidden until Mozart came along?

I like to tell myself that if I ever I managed an accomplishment to equal just the first page of the score of this piece, I could die quite pleased with my life.

I can barely read music.

I have no natural sense of rhythm (no lie, I have to count between stanzas of the Michigan Fight Song or I am yelling, HAIL, HAIL, all by myself).

No musical ability.

But I have the music.

All of it.

Writing the obituary of another musical giant, Alistair Cooke wrote about Duke Ellington, “He has left us, in the blessed library of recorded sound a huge anthology of his music, which never got stuck in the groove from his 28th birthday to his 75th.

When I was in college, my roommate was not only a jazz maniac but also one of the very first knowledgeable jazz critics, and when he left Cambridge – as I did in the summer of 1932 – he wrote in the university weekly a tribute to the Duke. “Bands may come,” he wrote, “and bands may go, but the Duke goes on forever.” In other words, we thought it a marvel that the Duke had ridden out all fashions and lasted five long years. In fact, his music grew and developed through an incredible 47 years, and we have it all.

Duke Ellington – 31 May 1974 – Letter to America by Alistair Cooke – READ IT HEREHEAR IT HERE

November 7 – morning drive, traffic

morning drive, traffic
slowed by fatality
just inconvenienced?

Minutes after merging onto I85 Southbound to midtown Atlanta, traffic started slowing down and then stopped.

Not good but not terrible.

This often happens as the freeway climbs up Peachtree Ridge in Gwinnett County and the trucks slow down.

I stayed stopped for a minute and then two minutes and I open up the WAZE app on my iPhone.

Checking Route … HEAVY TRAFFIC … You will reach your destination in …. 2 HOURS!!

TWO HOURS?

Radio on in time to catch the traffic report and it opens with RED FLAG ALERT for I85 in Gwinnett County. Traffic accident with fatalities has all lanes closed just past Boggs Rd.

When I was in college and drove back home it took 2 to 3 hours to get to Grand Rapids from Ann Arbor.

It seemed like forever.

I was going to be in my car that long just to get to work this morning.

And all these people around.

Cars and trucks as far as the eye could see.

Everyone late.

Everyone inconvenienced.

Because, well, because some one died.

Someone’s lives were really going to change.

I was inconvenienced.

Work.

Lives.

Driving.

Jobs.

Something seems to have gone wrong here.

November 6 – Where I want to be

Where I want to be,
is not where I am today.
Accept that, go on.

Inspired by Cleveland Browns Head Coach Freddie Kitchens on the Brown’s season so far, “It is not where we want to be, but it is where we are and that is who our record is so we have to own that.”

The life I lead right now is the result of choices I made long ago.

Husband, Father, Grand Father, were all there, lurking in the background.

Home, job, relationships, were all there, lurking in the background.

Seven kids, 5 (and a half) grand kids, web work, Atlanta, and almost 60 years old.

Never on the radar.

But that is where I am.

What’s for lunch?

November 5 – Remember my faith

Remember my faith
maybe life not fair, equal
keeps things moving on

Recent events again push to the forefront of mind that life is not fair or equal on so many levels.

Money.

Opportunity.

Brains.

I have no answer.

I am not even sure of the question.

Why?

Why not me?

Why not them?

Why me?

Why not them?

In the book, Cold Sassy Tree, our Hero, Will Tweedy prays with his Grandpa while Grandma is dying.

Grandpa prays, (in a North Georgia dialect) “hep me remember my faith that Yore arrangement for livin’ and dyin’ is good. Hit ain’t fair or equal, Lord, but it keeps thangs movin’ on. Hep me not forgit my faith thet whatever happens, it’s all right.”

Grandpa prays with quiet anguish and reverence, with the entirety of his heart.

“… hep me remember my faith.”

Whatever the question is or turns out to be, I cannot come up with a better answer.

“hep me remember my faith.”

” Hep me not forgit my faith thet whatever happens, it’s all right.”

As a prayer, as a thought, ‘help me remember my Faith’, has become the mantra of my day, throughout my day.

It shore does keep thangs movin’ on.

November 4 – Monday misery

Monday misery,
Monday’s are miserable
because its Monday?

In the epic film, Office Space, Hero Peter Gibbons asks, “When you come in on Monday, and you’re not feelin’ real well, does anyone ever say to you, ‘Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays’?”

Next door neighbor Lawrence responds, “I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.”

Are Monday’s bad because I enjoyed my weekend off so much?

Does time away from the office throw my work life into a clearer perspective that blurs through the repetition of the work week.

Am I just recovering from a weekend of excess? Excess sleep, drink, eat and lack or work worries?

Am I just plain miserable today and it happens to be Monday.

Toss it all into the blender, mix well, and pour myself of cup of woe.

If I didn’t feel sorry for myself, who would?

Attitude like that will get your ass kicked real soon.

Where is that prilosec?