Wednesday, October 21, 2009
October is getting older...
"And when October goes, the same old dream appears..."
The days are getting shorter, the leaves are getting brittle and beat-up looking...FINALLY turning colors...cool breezes hint at colder weather yet to come, the skies seem bluer and wider, and I feel melancholy/nostalgic. I just downloaded the Barry Manilow song "When October Goes," after I wrote the first of this epistle. Wow. I had forgotten how much I liked this song. Click here for a link that tells how Manilow wrote the music to an old Johnny Mercer lyric.
You should give it a listen on iTunes.
I had this song on an old Manilow cassette tape called 2:00 AM, Paradise Cafe. I remember playing the October song over and over while I sewed dance festival dresses in the study in the old pioneer home. Isn't it funny? A few bars of a song, and I am immediately transported back in time. I can even see the fabric slipping under the presser foot of my sewing machine as I sewed ruffles while Barry wailed. Amazing.
Smells do that to me, too...instant time travel to a specific time and place, complete with emotions of that moment.