Sunday, March 2, 2014
We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless. - Rumi
In Junior high school <
and somewhat beyond,
2 years better put into a state of suspended animation or amnesic void,
I tried out for chorus,
excited at this new huge school,
full of enthusiasm,
ready to become the next Julie Andrews, Barbra Streisand,
Peter, Paul & Mary,
Mostly anyone but me.
Mom and Dad had a stack of records, as did my siblings,
It was the 60's.
We screamed music all summer to the stereo,
There were 153 people trying out.
Funny I still remember that number,
like it is seared somewhere in my brain...
They could take 150.
another number seared.
As I approached looking at the last Psalm,
the number yanked me like a painful string.
When the names went up for who got in,
could you imagine how long were the faces of the 3 who failed?
Wonder if the other 2 girls ever forgot.
The next year, I tried out again.
Admittedly I had no training, no concept of keys, tuning.
I played tuba in the Bass clef,
which confused me too.
Our grade school autoharp was out of tune.
But I tried.
The music teacher had me sing a song.
She then stopped, looked up and said,
"Where were you last year?"...
That is where I am pretty sure my head spun straight around,
I did a princess turn,
and walked right out the door,
never to return.
Years later, an ember still burns for her,
that misguided teacher.
How could you have even heard 3 people?
Give them a tambourine...
So when Sister Rosetta Tharpe sings to
"Sing, because you are so happy,
Sing because you are so free, yes indeed...",
Freedom has its price.
And yet that doesn't keep me from singing.
We are free.