March 17, 2010

Wonder's Salute to Great Musicians Upbeat, Yet Sad, Review, Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder

Sir DukeWonder's Salute to Great Musicians Upbeat, Yet Sad

I understand Rick Blaine. He knows which song he never wants to hear again. But there he is, in his cafe, sheltering his drink and his sorrow, asking Sam to bring him where he doesn't want to go. Longish moments surround him as he dreams of Ilsa, as he listens once again to "As Time Goes By."

I have never been to Paris during wartime. And her name wasn't Ilsa. The song? Must it be this one? Must it be "Sir Duke" by Stevie Wonder? When I hear it, she is farther from me, yet closer than she has been in years. But it is their song now. What we sang with abandon that day in December is now the one they hum.

Wonder's praise to great musicians who came before him should remain upbeat. Everyone else can sing along with a dance in their hearts. Stevie Wonder is a master honoring masters Ella Fitzgerald, Count Basie, Glenn Miller, Louis Armstrong and Duke Ellington. This song is right.

The bass line, lyrics and keyboard are all in sync with Wonder's playfulness. It is a happy, effervescent song worth singing along to. I often do.

Few things are as sour as knowing it is their song, too. May it always be only yours.

--Brockeim

As Time Goes (Ilsa hums, Sam plays, Rick comes in) from Casablanca


Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder

March 12, 2010

Confession a Book Junkie: Book Gluttons... Reading Addicts.... We Are.

I'm a book glutton. There is no library deep enough to please my innermost's innermost. One page at a time, I pursue satiation.

The day always ends with reading a book. During the day, I read online. I read for a living, you could say. I would say. I just did. I read for a living. They think they pay me to do other things, but that is what is really going on. Reading. Voraciously. More than you might guess. Triple tasking. Distracted. By articles linked to stories, linked to poems, linked to books online. And back again.

Addicted to books, I am. I love books.

While writing this, I stopped and looked at Amazon. I read reviews. And a few pages. Then I Googled. Anything. Anything showed up, so I read about it.

And the news. Obama's in trouble. Bush is forgotten, but Obama blames him anyway. Rove still likes waterboarding. Retails sales are up. People are talking still about the Oscars. Huffington Post is obsessing about red carpet breasts. Which I didn't see. I was reading.

And Twitter (See book. I'm quoted in there.). And Facebook. Someone had something to say. I wanted to know. I had to know. They wrote something. I read it. Now I know.

I read at lunch. I read when no one is looking. I read in plain view, secretly. I have a book stashed in my satchel. Another might be in the pocket of my coat. It could be I am reading while listening to a lecture... about something else.

My eyes do get tired. So I sleep... and dream of reading. In my dreams, the book is always good.