Music soothes the savage beast | It lightens the load |
And even in the darkest hour | It glows, it echoes, it knows | How you feel | And that is priceless!
When I was a little girl, I visited my family in Serbia for the summer. My favorite uncle was returning from a Swiss adventure. He pulled up on a motorcycle wearing his black leather, a six-string on his back, with his raven wild hair commanding the room. He played for me and I loved watching his fingers dance across the neck of his guitar, tickling the strings. It was magical! He sang for me and I was in love... for life. Although I was circumstantially steered away from music, it never left my heart.
This uncle accompanied me to the airport as I was heading back to Jersey. I didn't want to leave. I cried and tantrumed like I was fighting for my life. To soothe me he bought a cassette tape of the band, Atomic Shelter which was the first music I ever owned. Just having music in my possession comforted me enough to depart because I had a piece of him to take with me... or, at least, that's how I felt. Music stitched my broken heart.
This uncle was my leader into the arts and the wild side of life. He was my inspiration on so many levels and those things fused with the core of my being and laid a creative foundation upon which I built myself. I am ever grateful for his inspiration, his spirit, and his waterfall influence on my world.