Week 47- Hallelujiah
Turn off the tv and do something more interesting instead…..
This week’s experiment was to stop turning on our tv and tuning out so we have more time to do the things we love. I didn’t find this difficult. I rarely manage to watch any tv anyway. Unless I am ill or hungover, this is the only time I can zone out and watch something. There is always something that needs to be done and if there isn’t I start rearranging the furniture.. this is completely true.
This week, Leonard Cohen died at the age of 82. I think I’ve already mentioned in a previous post that he provided the soundtrack to my ‘70’s childhood thanks to my big sisters impeccable taste in music. We have lost so many great people already this year and now another one. I have fond memories of trips to the beach on long hot summer Sundays with his gritty, melancholy but romantic lyrics coming from the speakers of my sisters boyfriends brown Cortina on his 8 track tape. Those lyrics created pictures in my mind. I’ve often wondered who these women were that inspired such lyrics, who was Marianne and Suzanne with her tea and oranges…who was it in the Chelsea Hotel… was it Janis Joplin as Rolling Stones magazine would suggest and who wore that famous blue raincoat? So rest in peace Leo, if I may call you Leo, and thank you for the music.
Still on a music theme, when I downsized a few years ago from a five storey Victorian terrace – I had a lot of stuffication to do. I’d managed to get it down to one room of unwanted furniture which a local hospice was picking up and my old records and ancient stereo. The same sis called around to see if she could help, she said they had a crate in the company where she worked which they could fill with anything for charity – so I said can you take them- my records, and everything else. She said 'are you sure..?' about the records, knowing how much the music had meant to me , yes I said as I had two days to go to moving and things just had to find a home. Fast forward to August this year, I asked her out for lunch on her birthday. Off we went to the local garden centre and café and as we sat outside among the olive and cherry trees, she stirred her coffee and looked at me and asked me if I had regretted getting rid of my records, I shrugged and said ‘ I guess so’ but reasoned I had no room for them at the time. She said, ‘I thought you’d say that.’ She then told me she had kept them all for me in her attic and ‘they are there for you whenever you want to pick them up’. So this week in honour of Leonard and in perfect timing for this week’s challenge I have collected my old record collection from my sister’s house, I’ve bought myself a cheap record player, and I’ve played some records for the first time in a long time. The minute the stylus hit the vinyl and that scratchy imperfect sound started I was time travelling backwards and forwards, and in my own little heaven and besides I have a 4000 word essay to write about tongue diagnosis in Chinese medicine so there is really no time for telly.
Ps and I found out who Marianne was..