In the shifting greys of a gun smoke colored morning, it came to me that the past week has been the week when it seemed as if l was living inside Dylan’s description of modern life, where “everything is broken” was precise and right on target, and it kept on coming like a summer storm out in the Gulf heading towards the coast. I had just withdrawn from a photo shoot at the last minute, 4:00am today, the morning of the shoot. I seriously hate that. A six-day migraine was not letting go. As I lay the shoot down and chalked it up to another loss among many others this past year, I checked into the Jacqueline Du Pré video link above. Me, I like classical cello music, seriously, really I do. Many people may not but for me, Jacqueline Du Pré played the Cello like few others ever have. She died in 1982 of Multiple Sclerosis and gave up playing years earlier circa 1973 as her fingers lost their sensitivity. This stuff is gorgeous to the ear, or at least it is to mine. Some may think it sentimental and they might be right. My day is picking up but it is still grey and cold; the unmistakable presence of Fall inside a summer’s day. The migraine has left town for the moment. Talked with old friends from when we were young. All in all not a bad way to go. Will probably call it Tarmac Meditations – A Song Without Words.
Photo by Michael Lebowitz. All rights reserved.