Family and music

I love my family.  And I miss getting to spend time with them.  I had somewhat forgotten the existence of one of my cousins, because I hadn’t actually seen him in so long.  I knew he existed, of course, but it was as though I had accepted that it wasn’t ever an option to see him.  And so, it was a wonderful surprise – though I knew in my head that he would be here ahead of time – actually seeing him and spending time with him tonight.

One of the things I love about spending time with him is his musical gift.  He can be given any instrument, and, whether he has ever played it before or not, can be playing lovely music on it within a maximum of a few minutes.  We always end up humming and whistling and singing beautiful music together, whether we have an instrument or not (though we often have at least a guitar).

Tonight was no different.  He pulled out one of my favorite songs, and early on in the visit.  Oddly enough, I hadn’t listened to or sung/played the song in years, and so it was a fun surprise.  I had to look up the words, because it had been so long, but it was too good of a song not to get all the words right (“White Man” by Michael Gungor Band).

As he fiddled around on the guitar, my mom and I sat with him on the porch, listening to him play, and working on our puzzle/mystery boxes we were creating for his brother’s wedding reception this weekend.  The kind of music he was playing reminded me of why I ever wanted to learn to play guitar in the first place.  I want to play John Denver and Jim Croce music, and other things similar in style.  It has always been my long-term, distant future goal, since it really isn’t the easiest music, but there are plenty of things I can learn as stepping stones (and I have learned a good bit of them).  I just don’t play when I don’t have the company of someone else’s music.  

When I am with my cousin, we almost always take the time to sit down and teach me something new and, of course, beautiful to play.  Now that we are back living in the same country, we might actually be able to set up semi-regular music meet-ups for the two of us.  We’ll see.

Gosh, I love my cousin.

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Across the Universe

A few years ago (and by “a few”, I actually mean ten, because I just looked it up, and it was October of 2007), the film Across the Universe was released.  I was originally a bit skeptical, yet also excited.  All I knew was that it was a film that used music from the Beatles, in order to tell a story of some sort.  While talking about it with my cousin Jared one night, he informed me that the music was not being performed by the Beatles, but by new people.  That is, the music was being re-done in order to be used in the film.  In a world with loads of terrible song re-makes (think of the stars’ versions of classic songs found during the credits of films [especially Disney films]), I could only expect disappointment.  Many a people had already created terrible versions of good songs.  What kind of disgrace would come to the names of these fabulous Beatles songs?  I was distraught.  Why ruin something so good?

But then,… but then… my cousin said to me, “Hannah.  They’re actually good.”  What?  How could that be?  I mean, this is the Beatles we’re talking about here.  How can someone cover the Beatles and not have it be far worse than the original?  Jared had been skeptical at first, as well.  But he had the earliest release of the soundtrack now, and he had been listening to it.  It was good, he assured me.

So, standing in the living room, we pulled up the music (I think it was on his iPod, actually).  I was terrified.  And then, when Jim Sturgess lulled out from a silent background, “Close your eyes, and I’ll kiss you.  Tomorrow, I’ll miss you…,” goosebumps made an appearance on me like never before.

I listened with intrigue and genuine delight as the songs progressed.  T.V. Carpio, a woman, sang of wanting to hold your hand (something I had always dreamed about whenever I sang along to the song, my being a girl and all).  Even Rachel Wood’s crystal voice rang through the music, whispering sweet nothings to my heart.  The songs.  These Beatles songs.  Remade.  They were just as Jared had said.  They were actually good.

They were totally and completely different from the originals, yet their connection and influence from their origins were completely obvious (of course).  Perhaps that is why there were so good in the first place.  No one had tried to copy the Beatles.  They had simply taken the Beatles’ songs and reinterpreted them, while – and this is key – always keeping the original experience of the songs in mind.  So these songs were and still are Beatles songs, without occurring as covers.  They weren’t like so-and-so’s cover of such-and-such song.  They were something uniquely different, while still being beautifully the same.  They were forever linked to the Beatles and the Beatles’ music, because they were still Beatles songs, but they were their own entity.  They were, put simply, the music from Across the Universe.

Even today, whenever I listen to those songs, to that soundtrack, goosebumps abound, and I am filled with this somewhat unidentifiable sensation.  It is as if, perhaps, my belly and chest are filled with… well, with warm happiness.  It’s cheesy-sounding, of course, but I believe it to be completely true.  The Beatles singing their songs fills me with joy and a desire to dance and sing along.  The Across the Universe music fills me with warm happiness, along with the natural desire to sing along and bop around and smile hugely.  They are like siblings from the same family, these two sets of Beatles music – they are so much alike and from the same place, and yet they are entirely different from one another.  And I love them both.

 

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A Memory

Shortly after I turned 18, my mom and I went to stay at my aunt’s house (perhaps for a weekend or something), which is in a small town about two hours outside of our city, and in the semi-middle-of-nowhere.

My cousin Shawn, who is not quite a year older than I am and was/is also my Confirmation sponsor, decided for us to go out for a bit, late one night.  He was reminded of the fact that I had recently turned 18, and so declared that we needed to have cigars to celebrate.  I shared my being not into it, but went along to the gas station, where he bought two small cigars (which smelled nice, actually).

We ended up at a park down the street, play complex and all, and I don’t remember if Shawn smoked his cigar or not, but I know that I did not smoke mine, and ended up just giving it back to him.  Nonetheless, we hung out at the park for a couple hours, I recall, just walking around, talking as we played on the various playsets.  I remember specifically mentioning how I loved that Jesus has fabulous grammar in the Bible (I think it was as I was walking across the shaky bridge thing, and then slid down a pole at the end).  Somewhere, I had been discussing with girlfriends the idea of husbands and boyfriends and such, and we had come to the idea that Jesus just needs to be a real person right now, so he can be one of our boyfriends.  And I just loved that he had perfect grammar (at least from what I recalled having read), making me wish even more that he could be my man.  Haha.

So these are the kinds of things I did with my cousins growing up.  Harmless, somewhat silly activities, filled with goofy yet incredibly honest and open conversation.  I miss Shawn a lot, and all the ridiculous love he has to share (and shares) with the world.

He’ll be in India for a while soon.  Just a fun fact.  🙂

 

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