I sang two songs at Salvatore’s last night – “Remember When The Music” and “Song For A Winter’s Night”.  The first was a lament that we don’t get together in living rooms anymore to make music … with our guitars, fiddles and voices.

Remember when the music
Brought the night across the valley
As the day went down
And as we’d hum the melody
We’d be safe inside the sound
And so we’d sleep
We had dreams to keep

The second is a Canadian winter love song, full of snow and soft light …

The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are liftin’
The mornin’ light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are driftin’

If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter’s night with you

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And now my voice turns towards Friday, February 6 – the next Salvatore’s evening.  It’s time to choose another song to learn.

And three words come: “When I Dream”.  The lyrics are sung by a woman.  The recording is of Nanci Griffith.  And I yearn to sing my heart as a female heart.  It’s beyond understanding another gender.  Somehow it’s even beyond empathy.

But I want these words to emerge from my mouth:

I can be the singer
Or the clown in every room
I can even call someone
To take me to the moon
I can put my makeup on
And drive the men insane
I can go to bed alone
And never know his name

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Make it so, Bruce

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