Thought this would be a great addition to my blog entry today....Arrividerci Roma.
So many things just seem to sync.
First off,
there are very few things that epotomize 'Canadian Artist' more than singer songwriter Gordon Lightfoot.
His gentle voice, his poignant lyrics put the maritimes on the map for a generation of folk music fans south of the border beginning in the 1960's. If you look at the sheer depth of his hit songs from the 60's to the 80's you can't help but feel proud to be Canadian too. Not over the top, just quiet genius.
Second,
this youtube video is from a live performance 1979 in Chicago. (The city we flew to from Rome and spent the night at once again before heading back to Kelowna the next day). A Canadian out of water, like us so to speak!
And third,
when I listen to this song, it puts me back in the airport lounge in Rome, watching the cool morning rain hit the runway and longing to be back home again to hug my son, cuddle my dog and sleep in my own bed. I loved our big adventure, but there is a wonderful solice in knowing you will soon be back home.
Early Morning Rain lyrics by Gordon Lightfoot
In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I missed my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
Well I'm out here on the grass
Where the pavement never grows
Where the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She's rolling out at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound
For above the clouds she flies
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home
In about three hours time
This ol' airport?s got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I?m stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I might be
Can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
thoughts and passages of a life being lived through words and music, lots of love and a wee bit of wine.
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Shakespeare I'm not, but the borrowing, the appreciation, the effort is true.
Shakespeare I'm not, but the borrowing, the appreciation, the effort is true. And that's why my Blog title is a 'play on' words altering the opening line of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night from "if music be the food of love" to "life" because it seemed to reflect me and my aspirations of writing, much better.
'Love', as a word, comes with expectations doesn't it? It seems grandiose and definitive. The word 'Life' though feels comfortable, more palatable and true. That's what I really hope to accomplish with my blog. Write what I feel, write for me, write about my life. So with that said, I hope you find something to 'chew on' from reading my blog. Expect tired clichés, eclectic music references, spelling mistakes, run-on sentences and poor grammar, because well, that’s just me.
Cheers!
'Love', as a word, comes with expectations doesn't it? It seems grandiose and definitive. The word 'Life' though feels comfortable, more palatable and true. That's what I really hope to accomplish with my blog. Write what I feel, write for me, write about my life. So with that said, I hope you find something to 'chew on' from reading my blog. Expect tired clichés, eclectic music references, spelling mistakes, run-on sentences and poor grammar, because well, that’s just me.
Cheers!
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