for one heartbeat. That's the final line of songwriter and singer Bill Callahan's Too Many Birds and one that set me to weeping in my car yesterday as I drove back home from a cake delivery. I don't know why it made me cry and I don't know how to say it but that I was who I was, who I had been, that slither of feeling when music takes you to within.
Too many birds -- one last bird -- turns around and hopes to find the place it last knew rest
What was. What was interrupted. I wish for you a deep and glittering meditation by the ocean. Soon.
ReplyDeleteOkay. That was about the sweetest five plus minutes I ever spent.
ReplyDeleteI know why it made you cry.
How I wish I could tuck you into the Panther Room. There is room for you there. You could rest.
He reminds me - in a way - of Jackson Browne, and yet, not so much. I think it's the simplicity and directness of his music, the lack of artifice, and the poem at the heart of it. I love singer-songwriter-poets, and there just aren't too many GOOD ones around. James Taylor and Jackson Browne are my faves...Joni Mitchell, Judy Collins and Eva Cassidy...am I dating myself?
ReplyDeleteSo glad that his music was able to take you to that place of feeling within yourself.
I can see why this song would do this to you. I know exactly what you're trying to articulate. There are some songs that just stop me in my tracks.
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