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Introspection . Music

Little Sparrow and More

On February 20, 2017 by Speranza

 

Today is the last day of a few days off – no particular reason for time off – just something to break up February and offer the chance of getting some things done around the house.  To that end, I have failed miserably and I don’t know why but I just couldn’t face starting a project: perhaps, because there are so many things that need attention and I feel overwhelmed. I then play games with myself all day that I will start emptying a closet in a minute, then after a snack and before you know it, yes, I have been on the computer looking at items I will literally never buy or getting lured down a rabbit-hole of dire political forecasts.

I hate to be such a cliché but there it is.

Fortunately, there were a few things that I did achieve for my artistic soul which has been living on crumbs for some time now.  The first night of my time off, I was presented with a surprise birthday ticket by a  good friend to hear the lovely Leyla McCalla who was singing and playing the cello with just two bandmates: a violist, Free Feral (obviously, the coolest name ever) and McCalla’s own husband Daniel Tremblay, on guitar and banjo. I find that just lately I am really drawn to this kind of intelligent, thoughtful, fusion-world music sound:  that mournful, soaring cello seemed to cut right through me at one point, causing my eyes to brim over and the viola providing a controlled, haunting sweetness to buoy the whole effect along.  I cannot even tell you how wonderful it was, sipping some Pinot Grigio, feeling myself loosen and sharing the experience of a concert like that.

I stole glances around the room at one point and noted that everyone there was transfixed: no checking phones furtively here or looking around. Just listening. The music itself is Louisiana Creole-Cajun-Haitian influenced/flavoured which I read about later but could feel at once as soon as she began to perform.  This is a woman with important, poetically slanted lyrics too, quite amazing and I was stunned that someone so talented was also so self-deprecating on stage and clearly quite shy.

The next morning I could honestly, still feel the music in my body.

 

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Tags: best music, Daniel Tremblay, Free Feral, introspection, Leyla McCalla, Little Sparrow, Music

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  • Mrs. Loudshoes February 22, 2017 at 2:10 am - Reply

    It seems that beautiful things seek you out and adhere themselves to you…that was quite lovely! Thank you for sharing!

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