A Music Break

For some reason I can't get this old song out of my head. Sleep Walk, recorded by Ritchie Havens, also Santos and Johnny. Who knows why a song grabs us and won't let go till we've listened to it a thousand times, plus, but some do. I have the version by Havens on my computer, but have to post a midi version of it here. Hit the right arrow to start and it plays once.

Try this. Write down what images go through your head listening.

For me, it's a darkened room. People are all around sitting or dancing, but hard to see. I'm dancing with a stranger, but someone I'm attracted to. It's magnetic, tho I know I won't see him again. We're drawn by the dance and the music. Only the dance and the music. When the song ends we'll go our separate ways, but we won't forget. One of those slices in time that strangers occasionally share spontaneously.





Oh, a story....Back in the eighties, my husband, a neighbor and I went several Christmas seasons to a Festival of Houses, renovated homes in an old section of town. For a pass you got a map, entrance to each house, champaigne and munchies. At one house, a man was playing the piano. About five of us stood around to listen. When he broke into a ragtime number, the man standing to my left suddenly started with a soft shoe. I'd taken tap in grammar school, but one never forgets some things, so I joined in. First I followed his moves, then he followed mine. When the music ended, my husband's mouth was hanging open. 'Why didn't you tell me you could tap dance?' he said. 'There's a lot of things about me you probably don't know,' I told him.

I would venture the same is even more true now.