California Dreaming on such an Autumn’s Day

After a glorious week of warm temperatures and blue, blue skies, today dawned grey and rainy. Not cold. But you know it’s just a matter of time. The shifting seasons, autumn, rain and snow, all things I missed when I lived in L.A. now bring on a wave of homesickness for the city that was never really, after all, home. Still.

Still and always, music provides succor. I hear the drizzle of the rain, like a memory it falls, a memory of Kathy’s Song by Simon & Garfunkel. Soft and warm continuing, tapping on my roof and walls.

Not a California song, but a song of yearning for time gone by and regret. 
Pulling myself together, I go in search of the Mamas & Papas and the song that’s been in my head since I woke up. Eureka!
The solo by Bud Shank always makes me regret having pawned my flute. Luckily, I am quickly distracted by a bonus find: A live performance of Bill Withers I know, I know, I knowing it in Ain’t NoSunshine.
Onto California then Woodstock by Joni Mitchell. Her sheer vocal agility stuns me every time.
It strikes me that when these songs first rocked my world, I was a little kid. Some I didn’t hear until they were already moldy, oldies. I wonder where the nostalgia comes from.
Finally, a new (for me) California fave, Maison Blue (or Bleue) by Maxime Le Forestier. My favourite clip features a live performance with Daby Toure and Le Forestier. 
Somehow, this live jam, warts and all, a contemporary interpretation of a solid classic pulls me back to here and now.