A couple of possibly-not-so-disparate thoughts merge:

First, I’ve mentioned many times the healing ability of the right music at the right time. When it’s been yet another shit day in a long string of shit days and there’s no realistic possibility of an escape to a pillow fort, there’s a lot to be said for the right music to take you out of the doldrums, exhaustion, and self-loathing.

But how do you find the “right” music when you’re so down in the dumps that even your “favorites” playlist just sounds like the same garbage that you always listen to and that’s not going to cut it?

Secondly, I’ve mentioned before the scene in “The Princess Bride” when Inigo Montoya prays to his dead father for guidance after the trail has gone cold in his search for the six-fingered man. Inigo closes his eyes, raises his sword, and staggers around like he’s dousing for water, only to impale the sword in a tree. As he collapses in defeat he hits the hidden switch on the tree that opens the secret door that leads to the stairway that goes down to the dungeon which leads him…

Sometimes you just have to have some faith. It may be the subconscious, it might be fate, it might be a freakin’ guardian angel for all I care.

(On a tangential side note, it suddenly occurs to me that if I’ve actually, really, honest to god **GOT** a guardian angel [for the record, I’m a card carrying atheist for the past 50+ years, or a “recovering Catholic” if you will after doing the whole Catholic school, altar boy thing] he/she must really be getting a workout. I might almost feel sorry for them – if they existed. Which they don’t. So I don’t.)

Anyway… (Sorry, I’m in the final stages of fighting a cold for the past five or six days and between that and the office and the hangar and *LIFE* I’m sort of scattered.)

Music. We were talking about music. And faith.

I went on a search through my monstrously huge digital music collection. I might have prayed to Inigo Montoya.

And I landed on two albums from 1972 by Yes – “Close to the Edge” and “Fragile.”


And apparently somewhere along the line I got a CD of “Close to the Edge” that has extra tracks – which I don’t remember ever actually listening to. There’s a version of Paul Simon’s “America” in there which is just amazing. That’s a favorite song to begin with, but this version is so different and yet still has the soul of the favorite. (Wikipedia tells me that it was released as a single by Yes – why didn’t anyone tell me??!!)

“Close to the Edge”

“Siberian Khatru”


“South Side of the Sky”

Oh, my god, “Heart of the Sunrise!!!!!”

All those things that had me pissed off and down? *NONE* of them went away. There all still there. I’ve been working on a few of them all night. They’re not all going to get resolved tonight, this week, this month, or this year. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

You know that bumper-sticker wisdom about how you can’t change things but you can change the way you react to them?

Yeah, this is that.


Filed under Music, Paul

2 responses to “Yes

  1. I clicked ‘Like’ I mean ADORE.

    This is why I love your blog. You have such great musical taste 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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