Saskia - saw your comment on whispering (quoting blackbird) and come over. I too - have a fond appreciation for this song - as you can see here http://clevelandgirlie.blogspot.com/2011/03/blackbird-singing-in-dead-of-night.html
Saskia, we have such similar music tastes :) Once, years ago in the car with my son and my boyfriend, my son brought up the idea of what song do you want played at your funeral. Instantly and with no understanding of Why, I said 'Blackbird". It touches me so deeply in a way I do not understand or need to. Part of that touching is this is the riff, from Blackbird, that my guy plays First, every time he picks up a guitar. It holds me and wraps arms of music & life around me. Personal story, but how could I not share? :)
Cathie: I'm going to visit your blog right now! Nancy: thank you for sharing one of your music/love stories; it's like that with some things: they move you and you don't have to know why
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we spend our lives learning to fly into the light. love this.
oh yes we do! I was so moved seeing and listening to him again, and this song, so small and yet SO BIG
Saskia - saw your comment on whispering (quoting blackbird) and come over. I too - have a fond appreciation for this song - as you can see here
http://clevelandgirlie.blogspot.com/2011/03/blackbird-singing-in-dead-of-night.html
it moves me, very much. as does spirit cloth!
Saskia, we have such similar music tastes :)
Once, years ago in the car with my son and my boyfriend, my son brought up the idea of what song do you want played at your funeral. Instantly and with no understanding of Why, I said 'Blackbird". It touches me so deeply in a way I do not understand or need to. Part of that touching is this is the riff, from Blackbird, that my guy plays First, every time he picks up a guitar. It holds me and wraps arms of music & life around me.
Personal story, but how could I not share? :)
Cathie: I'm going to visit your blog right now!
Nancy: thank you for sharing one of your music/love stories; it's like that with some things: they move you and you don't have to know why
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