My boss has requested a review on a song, from a personal stand point. I have chosen to write about
Almaz by Randy Crawford
It’s strange listening to it with purposeful but analytical ears. Naming the pieces of the journey that it takes me on has been really quite moving, so thank you for the request…
I absolutely adore the piano, and this song is also one of my Mum’s all time favourites,
She would play it every Saturday full blast and I remember so clearly her passion when she sang along, with a voice almost as beautiful.
I see now that the warmth of it comes largely with the association with my Mum. When she sings she is most free, and I would watch her disappear until she was totally inside the song, her small release from the outside she had to endure.
The first 8 bars of that piano take me back to the feelings of Saturday mornings. The security of the chaos that ensued as the 3 of us played up while Mum pulled out the chairs, and asked us to lift up our feet so she could get the Hoover in the gap; then I remembered how ‘ickle’ I was; and that it was ages before I was included in the ‘lift your feet up club’
The piano and the warm security, if I close my eyes, it takes just 4 bars and I am back there
And then I am taken to school, trumpet lessons with my unforgettable music teacher. Read the rest of this entry