Music and The Pen

I don’t recall my exact age, maybe nine or ten or even younger, the first time I heard the song Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues but I do remember how it made me feel. There were two things about me from early age of eight or nine that still remains today is music and writing. I was in my room listening to the radio before dinner and that song came on, I was both mesmerized and gutted by the eerie sadness created by the instruments and orchestration but drifting resound in his voice not to mention the lyrics. I will admit at the time I didn’t really understand the song and I couldn’t overly relate to it but it did and still does provoke an interlude of feelings. It gave me goose pimples then and it still does. Years later at a much older age I grasped the meaning of the song, I can relate to it more now then back then. It gutted me and drudged up sadness because I was still trying to understand my mother’s death then again so was everyone but it affected in different ways.

  There are a few songs by The Moody Blues that stir up emotions like the song The Question. It hit home in my teens and still does, probably right now more than ever. For every turning point or phase in my life there was a song at the time that I either over related to or a story I scribbled in a notebook or scrap paper to help me through something.  My music tastes back then varied but once bitten by rock  I never really gave that up even now. My writing and listening music I feel have gone through some revisions. There will always be a cutting, edgy darkness in poems and in the songs I am gravitated towards but I am not a one trick pony but I have to admit that when I’m happy and shiny my natural writing skills go to sleep and I struggle to pull together a sentence.