08.20.07
Music & Lyrics… and Waxing Floors
Along with an archaic house comes the onus of waxing the
wooden floors – and this happens to be my responsibility. Yea, ladies and gentlemen, you can enlist me
in the Guinness Book of World Records as the only musician who undertakes
serious house work - but I am not complaining. This is how I stay fit without having to diet or engage in strenuous
aerobics. By the way, I am grateful for
the inventor of disposable gloves for that has stopped me from getting further
splinters while waxing the floor.
So what has music and lyrics got to do with waxing floors? Go ask Tom Robbins. The man can relate conch shells to Jewish and
Islamic conflicts… so why not music and janitorial duties? Okay, I’m kidding. The connection I’ve made to music, lyrics,
and chores is much simpler than Tom Robbins’ sophisticated ruminations. It all starts with, “Dan, I can’t work
properly if you don’t turn on some music.”
This time, I was expecting Sarasates and Wieniawskis to
blare life and energy into my quasi-lazy mood… but Alas! It was Irreplaceable Beyonce. Dandi said it was good since I’d be waxing
the floor to the left, to the left…
I whimsically agreed with this musical perversity… er… not perversity… still
searching for the appropriate term… ahhh… caprice!
Yes, so this musical caprice went on while I varnished the
floor with wax to the left, to the left.
A lot of Rap tracks followed - of
course, Dandi picked out the ones without cursing. Come to think of it, this is today’s music…
but I had to ask silently, where’s the music in this? I tried to remember what RAP
meant. Was it Rhythmically at Peace? Rhythm and Poetry? Rhythmic American
Poetry? Suddenly I recalled my African-American connections in Multiply. They are all writers, and I noticed that
their phrases contain this amazing natural rhythm and melody! I highly acclaim their work, but I sort of
panicked… is music slowly dissolving into words when music used to be “love in
search of a word?”
Ugh… was I thinking of things too seriously again? Franz
warned me about the way I thought. But where
is music’s direction?
Out of nowhere, someone answered…
To the left, to the left…
