I like the way the French folks say it … koo-rawj’. I need to be that.
When I was choosing the colours for my new condo in Belmont, Ontario, I don’t remember being brave. I wanted red, blue, yellow, green, teal, purple and reddish brown walls, and that’s what I got. Some people love it, some decidedly not. No problemo.
The inside of the front door, however, gave me pause. My original plan was cream, to match the baseboards. But day after day I’d look at that door with unease. No, cream was not it. So red lives there now. And I feel a surge of energy from having leapt out of beigeness.
Last night I went to Hugh’s Room to hear Jez Lowe, a British singer-songwriter. What a sweet guy, full of stories about coal mining men and women, and usually sung with a twinkle in his eye. I loved his song “The Bergen”, about a woman waiting back in Norway for her love to return from a sea voyage. But the Bergen sunk off the coast of Scotland.
Sleep, why wake me with these dreams that you bring?
Dreams came to me where I lay
Deep the melody the wild waves sing
My love is far, far away
Pity the heart, the wild waves part
My love sails the bonnie barque the Bergen
I tried to remember a song of his that used to thrill me, about a gold rush and the speaker’s partner being swept away in a flood. Jez told us that he wanted to do one long set rather than have a break. Hmm. No opportunity for a request. Except … right now!
“He’s just finished a song, Bruce. The applause is fading away. Ask him! But nobody else is saying anything. So what? Do it. Okay.”
“Jez, will you sing the one about the gold rush?”
“Gold rush? I can’t remember.”
“The one where his partner died in a flood.”
(?) … … Oh. I didn’t write that one. It’s called “Farewell to the Gold”.
“Yes, that’s it! Will you sing it anyway?” (Laughter throughout Hugh’s Room)
The song is such an anthem for us humans who deeply want something but it always seems to elude our grasp. I’ve never heard it sung live and last night was no exception. (Sigh)
For it’s only when dreaming that I see you gleaming
Down in the dark, deep underground
A bit later in the evening, Jez introduced a song about a guy who was always a pain in the ass to his friends. Then he looked at me, smiled, and said “Sort of like this gentleman here.” I raised my arms in the bliss of acknowledgment.
At the end of the evening, Jez announced his final song. I loved his music and his spirit so I knew what I was going to do as the last chord hung in the air. I stood and clapped. Since I was up front, I couldn’t tell if the folks behind me were joining the standing ovation. It didn’t matter. Jez Lowe had captured me and he deserved to be appreciated.
On we go in this life of ours