Showing posts with label On Green Dolphin Street. Show all posts
Showing posts with label On Green Dolphin Street. Show all posts

Sunday, January 20, 2013

What resonates and remains

In a fit of silly curiosity, I asked Google, "What makes On Green Dolphin Street a jazz standard?  I found myself here.  When you click on the Songs link, you'll discover it is ranked #25.  Click there and be taken to learn all you may ever have wanted to know about the song, the movie in which it was first heard and so much more.  I don't read music, play an instrument, compose or really know what makes a composition endure and I think the water was too deep for me.  Too much information (for me), however, takes nothing away from the tune or this interpretation of it.

A rhetorical question, asking myself for an opinion:  what gives anything - creative work, toy, lipstick color, fragrance, any object, the ability to endure?  The short and simple answer, the very personal answer, is we love what we love.  Books we never want to see go out of print - and hunt them down if they do, easier than it used to be.  The same for a favorite pen or brand and color of socks or frozen chicken pie.  Claim Jumper still markets its frozen dessert pies but the chicken pie has faded into memory.  Which is more about preference and not about timelessness.  My son discovered that the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Charles Dickens are both available for free downloading.  I have spent a lifetime rereading Dickens and, happily, forget some of the plot points so it all stays fresh.  The characters, the names, the writing.  What a bonanza.

I was thinking this week, apropos of a conversation with a friend about turning to favorite childhood books for the wisdom and friendship they offered, of reading some of the Oz books I never got around to and going back to those I did read.  I thought of all that passes through our lives, how much of it resonates and remains, how we are, at least in part, formed by the way we ingest and process it, convert it to material for the building of a self.  These are early, scarcely explored musings, just the beginnings of seeing each of us as an amalgam of all things.  A reminder to choose carefully that to which we give our time and attention.