Monday, June 9, 2008
Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory. ~Oscar Wilde
Last week The Pioneer Woman had a contest for the online music marketplace Zune. She wrote about how she still misses John Denver, and asked contestants to submit the name of a musical group that brought back special memories. She had a similar contest asking for a special song. Our pastor recently touched on how a piece of music can express our deepest emotions. And lately I heard talk on NPR about a particular minor key that Mozart believed to be the most tragic. I've always loved a good minor key. I love the way "Classical" music sounds and blends, as well as the feelings it may produce. I enjoy how it makes me feel. The music that brings the most difficult feelings bubbling to the surface, however, are Evan's old favorites. In the first several months after Evan's death, I wouldn't go near the Disney Channel. The first time I heard the music from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Handy Manny, I cried. I cried when I watched Sesame Street with Duncan for the first time. "If I Had A Million Dollars" by the Bare Naked Ladies was one of Evan's favorite jumping songs. It's a quirky, happy tune. But it makes me cry. Justin watched The Wiggles the other day with Duncan. He told me later, "I might be the one person in the world that gets sad when I hear 'Barbi on the Beach.'" I said, "You're not. The other person is right here."
Evan loved music. He'd bob his head to the beat. He loved nursery songs and lullabies. Grandma and I both sang "The Lord's Prayer" to Evan at bedtime. He always called it "Our Father." Of course, he loved listening to anything from Talking Heads to Ella Fitgerald, as I mentioned in this post. But the songs that he sang were the ones he learned at school. Evan would sing the Wheels on the Bus and do the arm movements. He'd beat his head to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I was very pleased at his blossoming musical education. When he sang the ABC song shortly before he died, here's how it went (unfortunately, I don't have a recording): "ABCDEFG, HIJK, MMMOP...."
According to Leigh Hunt, "Music is the medicine of the breaking heart." So, maybe there's hope for me, yet.