Filk and long distance communication
Last week my son knocked a tape down from where I didn't even know it had been and as I went to throw it back up, I realized it was a filk tape from my Robin of Sherwood days and decided to play it in car.
It started with "We Can Take You Flying" (and, yes, havoc, I'm GOING to convert it now that I've found what a GREAT copy I have of it...I even have a plan...*bounce*) and went on until "Spread the Tales" actually made me cry at the end of the song. The latter is about one of the band, elderly, telling the stories, knowing that everyone thinks these are only stories, and explaining that the Robins had told him,
"If they think our lives mere fairy tales, you mustn't count it as a shame. Just be sure the story's carried, for at the end of the day it doesn't matter if they believe it was, only that it ought have been this way: that once the few fought for the many, held strangers dear as friends, and if others see the good in this, then our story never ends..."
When I got to school that morning, a colleague commented in the parking lot that I looked all chipper and I explained that I'd been listening to a tape from over 15 years ago with a whole group of people, including me, giggling and happy and it was wonderful.
When I talked to Rache yesterday and told her what a JOY the music had been, she commented that she'd just been thinking last week about how she'd loved something SO much at one time that it had made perfect sense to write music and SING about it...and that last week, suddenly, she'd started singing "Spread the Tales"...and we're both betting that it was when I was listening and singing too.
::joy::
It started with "We Can Take You Flying" (and, yes, havoc, I'm GOING to convert it now that I've found what a GREAT copy I have of it...I even have a plan...*bounce*) and went on until "Spread the Tales" actually made me cry at the end of the song. The latter is about one of the band, elderly, telling the stories, knowing that everyone thinks these are only stories, and explaining that the Robins had told him,
"If they think our lives mere fairy tales, you mustn't count it as a shame. Just be sure the story's carried, for at the end of the day it doesn't matter if they believe it was, only that it ought have been this way: that once the few fought for the many, held strangers dear as friends, and if others see the good in this, then our story never ends..."
When I got to school that morning, a colleague commented in the parking lot that I looked all chipper and I explained that I'd been listening to a tape from over 15 years ago with a whole group of people, including me, giggling and happy and it was wonderful.
When I talked to Rache yesterday and told her what a JOY the music had been, she commented that she'd just been thinking last week about how she'd loved something SO much at one time that it had made perfect sense to write music and SING about it...and that last week, suddenly, she'd started singing "Spread the Tales"...and we're both betting that it was when I was listening and singing too.
::joy::