Meanwhile, I'm a lyrics woman. I've never connected with music unless I understand the lyrics OR - and this works well with classical and jazz - someone tells me verbally what I'm listening for when I hear an instrumental piece.
I was therefore shocked to find myself tearing up and even feeling tears slide down my face while I listened to this:
http://youtu.be/-lN1-r4cvts
It's been a long time since a musical arrangement moved me in this way! But, like the leg man who suddenly realizes the object of his affection has a beautiful bosom, I fell in love with this one. The lyrics are beautiful, too, of course. That adds to the experience, no argument there. But in my mind's eye, I am slowly twirling in the ninja's arms around a dance floor. He is in his frock coat from our wedding, I in a sleeveless, black dress with a twirly-swirly skirt and heels which in real-life I would be a klutz in. We are gracefully dancing around a hardwood dance floor with sawdust and with stars above it. If I close my eyes now while I'm typing this, I can see the silhouette of Berthoud Pass or Devil's Thumb in the light of a full moon and feel the cool breeze of a Rocky Mountain summer evening (more specifically, Winter Park/Fraser Valley, Colorado). It's late-July or early-August. For some unknown reason the ninja's visiting me in the middle of summer. Perhaps it's raining in Kansas and the fields are too muddy for his tractor. For whatever reason, he's visiting me and we are dancing...
And, see? That doesn't have anything to do with the lyrics. While I write this I'm listening to this over and over and getting quite stuffed up from the blubbering. I hope that doesn't detract from your experience with the song.
Now, for the wine...
The wine I'm enjoying tonight has nothing to do with the theme of the post. Before I came home, I stopped for a bag of Stacy's Pita Chips and some garlic and herb goat cheese. I've paired this with a very nice Chardonnay:
