This morning on the radio, some clever person warned us to wrap up well because of arctic wind. I did that - only the wind was blowing - icy cold admittedly - from the south, and we know the difference between the arctic (north, polar bears) and the antarctic (south, penguins) but let's not be a stickler for details.
So I cycled my cold and weary body against the arctic wind to the osteopath and after I had unwrapped several layers of scarves and sweaters and mittens and hoodies, let her do her stuff, all the proper hands-on kneading and shifting and never mind the mumbo jumbo kinesiology and pendulum chakra incense whatever. It was warm and cosy and generally, I find that osteopath rooms smell very nice, they use some kind of woody linseedy oil. Anyway, when I left the hushed sanctum, the wind had gotten stronger but was pushing me now along the river and there was birdsong, somewhere. It came as a sudden insight, flushing me with all its glory, that at least the weather is going to get better, the days are getting longer, birds will be nesting and leaves will sprout on trees and so on.
Wonderful news. And obviously, I had to sing at the top of my voice.
It's Friday, here's my music for the letter E for Edie Brickell.
All I know about this song is that it came with windows 95, seriously. I remember, when we stood there and listened and thought, computers now have theme songs? Littel did we know etc.
All I know of Edie Brickell is that song and that she is Paul Simon's wife. Or has been, I don't know.
. . . and do go to hear Robin's Friday music choice, because this is all her idea.
I loved reading this post while listening to Edie Brickell. Your description of the osteopath's office made me want to be there in that hushed sanctum. Hope things warm up there. We're facing another week of endless rain. Oy, will this winter ever end? The days are getting longer. We are grateful for our revolving earth.ReplyDelete
Being in a peaceful place which smells good where someone touches us with healing intent can't help but be good for us.ReplyDelete
I think that Edie and Paul are still married.
Thank you! The sound of 1994 and the sound of birds in early 2020. The birds are singing here, too!ReplyDelete
The days are getting noticeably longer. It's lovely. That song was lovely too. I didn't know it until I started listening to it and then I remembered it from years ago. Strange how music and smells bring back so many memories.ReplyDelete
I love everything about this video, the music, the voice, the imagery, the subtle colors. But I am struck by how beautiful this woman is without forced hairdos, extreme makeup or sexy clothes. What a joy it is to watch a video with a natural woman singing.ReplyDelete
I suppose it is the prerogative of male pop singers to marry women who are much younger. Hence PS (b. 1941) is husband to EB (b. 1966), a quarter-century difference. Heck, he's only six years younger than me. And she's the same age as my younger daughter. None of which is of the slightest interest to anyone but me, a PS fan.ReplyDelete
I sort of knew he was married. Well, he was father to a child:
Cause if I can't sing my boy to sleep
Well it makes your famous Daddy
Look so dumb
and there's a family feel to those lyrics. It's typical of the way of the world that it's taken me from the emergence of The Graduate (1967) until now (53 years, no less) to accumulate these skimpy details about PS's marital state.
Good Times doesn't sound like a PS song and isn't. It was recorded when EB was only 13 so it may be said to have "persistence". Did EB ever sing PS songs? Perhaps only round the house. My mother would say I'm doiting.
Yes, I get that "breath of spring" here too -- we've been noticing more light and hints of things to come. (Though some of it seems a little early, botanically speaking!)ReplyDelete
I think Edie is still married to Paul. That song came from her underrated album "Picture Perfect Morning," which I have on my iTunes. I had no idea it was used for Windows 95!
I didn't know that was Paul Simon's wife.ReplyDelete
Crocuses are starting to come up, which makes me feel like spring is coming.
the chiropractor who was my main health care professional for me and my kids for probably 15 years used kinesiology. I was fascinated by it. he was good too. he nearly always pinpointed my emotional stress by how my body reacted to his manipulations.ReplyDelete
I will be smiling all day at the thought of you singing into the wind at the top of your lungs, accompanied by birdsong.ReplyDelete
I, too, love your description of the office -- I feel the same way about the treatment room of my massage therapist. A warm and loving sanctum - a world apart. But then, oy, you had to go back out into that wind!ReplyDelete
I'd never heard of this song, and I thought I knew her music. I also knew that once she married Paul I didn't hear any more from her, music wise. What do you suppose went on there? The odd dynamics of a marriage.