"The trick is not minding that it hurts."
Here are my gorgeous (if I don't say so myself) daughters playing "Lawrence of Arabia" right before bedtime. It's one of my all-time favorite films, and who could blame me for making sure my girls love it, too? Actually, Daria was watching Extreme Engineering with her father, so she is the one sans headdress on the left. In the middle is Greta, and Lillian is on the right.
I got to see a wonderfully moving performance of a little group of singers from Sierra Leone over the weekend, and once I can get a minute to compose my thoughts, I intend to share my experiences here. It was one of those moments one is occasionally privileged to have, and I keep trying to relive little bits of it during the days that follow. Don't let it die, my spirit cries. I want to hold on to that feeling a while longer...
posted by Zoe's Art Stuff @ 7:12 PM
7 Comments:
Looking forward to hearing more on the singers.
A couple months ago I bought (thru Amazon.com) an Album titled Mbube Roots: Zulu Choral Music from South Africa, 1930s - 1960s. It features Solomon Linda and the Evening Birds singing "Mbube" ("Lion") ... the song we sing as 'we-moh-way, a-we-mow-way, etc.,. But that's not the way they prononce it.
You must be really proud. I like the fact one was off watching Extreme Engineering whilst the others were into Arabia.
Two of my neices are this age. At present they're heavily into the brand new Doctor Who, which is scooping up all the awards in Britsland. It scares them to death - and they love it!
PS: Read your post below during the week. Thanks.
Happy Mother's Day, my new friend. I'm glad you're here, and I hope you're having a wonderful day.
Thanks for your encouragement and kind words. I'm keepin' on keepin' on, and enjoying the good moments as they come. Perhaps that's the lesson that I needed to learn. Having a blog with supportive friends makes a world of difference. Thank you.
Big congratulations to Greta for a start. She'll never be short of friends as long as she can play a musical instrument.
I used to plague my mum and dad stupid for a guitar. I even stayed out after dark trying to make my own in the garden shed. Eventually they gave in. A few weeks later I played Donovan's "Catch The Wind" to them. From that moment on I was expected to do a turn at all my Dad's New Year parties. (He did a Scottish sword dance!) Playing a musical instrument kind of defines you in people's eyes. Go Greta!
Ian - I have always admired people who could play well. I read music fairly proficiently, and I play in a handbell choir (two, actually) but I was a figure skater in my youth, so that took all my time (and it was great). One thing my mom told me when I moved to East Texas was at least there wasn't an ice rink too close by, 'cos she knows how expensive all that can get. Music is a better choice anyway. You can play and take pleasure in it for an entire lifetime. I meant to tell you, and never did, before you left Blogland briefly, that I ordered a cd with "Dance of the Hours" after you mentioned it, for my girls. They love it! Daria, who is seven today, is an up and coming musician herself, and you oughta' hear my Lillian belt out "Doin' What Comes Naturally" from Annie Get Your Gun. Lots of music in this family.
Have a wonderful time on your upcoming trip znglass.
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