The music transports me
back to the arena.
It is 1960,
a hand is held out,
we take the floor
and dance.
People notice and, slowly,
couples stop dancing
and draw back.
A circle forms
around us
and they watch.
We give it
all we have.
When the music stops,
applause.
Just fourteen,
and not yet knowing
why the music
was always about
pain.
At Real Toads Marian set us a musical challenge, with the blues of Barbara Lynn. Listening to her vidclips, I was transported back to my dancing days, the angst of teenage years, the blind puppyish fumbling search for Love, the daydreams and the hope that one day my great romance would begin. I had witnessed spousal abuse as a child. I sang all of the women singers' sad songs, wailing mournfully in my bedroom by the hour, dreaming my dreams. Oh yes, this music took me back.
