THIS PAST SUNDAY, I WAS ATTACKED BY MUSIC.
Need to back up here.
Music was a major part of my life in earlier years. I grew up with classical music—dancing in the living room to Bolero and Sabre Dance; organ and voice in college; assorted choirs afterwards.
Then, mid-stream, I started writing. I discovered I could either write or listen to music, but not both at the same time. I respected good music too much to relegate it to background muszak. Certain pieces could reduce me to tears, and I loved to sit in the rocking chair and cry.
Life and writing ramped up, and rocking-chair sessions became fewer and fewer, until time and inclination faded away.
This past Sunday night, PBS featured an hour of Luciano Pavarotti, the great Italian tenor. Now, opera may not be your musical cup of tea, but if you allow it in, you might have to guard against its tentacles squeezing your heart dry. Opera addresses love, tragedy, human conflict. Sort of like Story—dragging drama and emotion to a new level of felt understanding.
Then this: Concerts with Pavarotti singing alongside Eric Clapton, Bono, Sting, Stevie Wonder. Opera at street level, where real people live.
In his beloved stories, C.S. Lewis has God/Aslan singing Narnia into existence. Music seems to be built into our cosmos. Birds and frogs sing; people sing, Italian tenors sing. Do the stars sing? I don’t know. My ears don’t have the capacity to hear them. But the heavens do declare the glory of God, and there’s a Master Choir out there that we will join one day.
Does any music make you cry? Have you ever watched an opera?
MY NEW NOVEL, An Unpresentable Glory, IS SCHEDULED FOR RELEASE ON JULY 1! The eBook version is currently available on Amazon, and I believe hard copies will be on sale for .99 the entire month of July. For that price, think Christmas gifts!