Sobbing and Singing

#310

While I was paring radishes tonight, a song (from Faure’s Requiem “Pie Jesu”), by the boy treble Anthony Way, so completely overwhelmed me emotionally, that I was unable to continue luring this vegetable into compliance. I leaned on the kitchen island and sobbed. And sobbed.

What was this unexpected sorrow? Where did it come from? I actually know. When I was 11 years old, Disney came out with a movie called “Almost Angels” about the Vienna Boy’s Choir. It was a transformative viewing for me and pivotal to understanding an encroaching void that: 1) I wasn’t a boy so I couldn’t join this choir and 2) Vienna was probably out of reach anyway.

Like instant karma, but instant clarity. I can recite 2 other such “lightbulbs” in my life, but this was the earliest.

If I had been a music groupie, it would’ve been for young male sopranos: Aled Jones (lifelong thanks to Elspeth Rymer), Anthony Way (now about 30 years old) and Will Dutton.

“Singing is such an excellent thing, that I wish all people would sing.” ~Richard Byrd

This photo of my favorite little human is to show off his new house of cardboard. It was painted yesterday, but left in the garage to dry. Logan “rollered” the yellow and I added the details. In the afternoon, he wanted me to sing (at least 6 times) a song I wrote for him called “Logan’s Magic Day”. He insisted that Rick dance with him and when I saw his costume of a Cat In The Hat hat, a synthetic floral lei, a sweater with all kinds of dogs on it, and blue camouflage slippers, my cup runneth over with gold-tinted unconditional love. I would’ve taken a bullet to the heart for that little fellow. He is such distilled wonder for us.  ~(**)~  Gipsy