Dotty Parker

winter music

There are times when music gives me little shivers. It seems like it creeps up my arms until my head somehow registers that it's paying more attention than I thought. It means that, even if I don't like the music, there's something about it that's compelling to me, makes me want to listen more, makes it seem like there's something more important than I'd thought.

I start thinking, "Was it the song? The lyrics? That particular place where those particular instruments came together and sounded like something more than they are? The singer? The musician?"

In the winter, one more question can be added: "Was it because I'm really cold?"

I want to say that I'm not really cold. I really want to say it. The fact is, however, that I am cold. I got back into bed because I am cold. The end of my nose is cold. My fingers are cold. My toes are cold (although I think they'll heat up since they're in bed with the rest of me).

Even the though house is insulated now, I find it to be not quite enough. With the weather being as it is outside:

I shouldn't be surprised that I'm cold. But I am! Both surprised and cold.

At any rate, I shall take steps to increase the heatedness of the house. I'll close all offending doors, put the heavy curtains back up over the doors, and hang many many sweaters at the doorway where we enter the house. And socks and slippers, too.

So with all this whining, I will tell you the most interesting phenomenon so far today. I was listening to bits of music that I've noted that I want to hear more of. During a song I was kind of liking I got the chill thing. I thought, oooooooo! Then I thought, brrrrrrrrr! So I might have to build a campfire and listen again.

Would I be able to hear above the crackle of the flames, though? (I piled up the logs from a downed tree yesterday. I really could build a campfire. I feel like a lumberjack. or jill.)

Posted by dotty at November 8, 2003 01:48 PM