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.
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.