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Today it is Autumn! (Autumnal Equinox)

It seems that the official start of each season used to be a bigger deal. There wasn’t even a Google Doodle for it today.

Maybe we just have so much going on and so much on our minds that this thin divider is too insignificant, compared to all the “important” stuff. Is it really that remarkable that in the Northern Hemisphere, days have been getting shorter and nights have been getting longer for three months, and that on this day the earth has more or less equalized its orientation to the sun. (In the Southern Hemisphere, it’s all reversed, this is the start of Spring (Vernal Equinox), and we wonder 1) how can Christmas arrive in Summer? and 2) why don’t all those people down there just “fall” off the earth? Oh yeah, gravity.)

The first thing listened to this morning was Vivaldi’s Autumn from The Four Seasons. Thank goodness at least Vivaldi paid attention.

Today it is Autumn. Enjoy.

Music: Lady Day and John Coltrane

Gil Scott-Heron 2

They’ll wash your troubles,
Your troubles, your troubles
Your troubles away!

Musician and poet Gil Scott-Heron was unlike any artist of the modern era. He is a jazz artist identified as a “godfather of rap” (he rejected that), his song The Revolution Will Not Be Televised is quoted somewhere every day, and his vision of the black experience is as current and insightful as any.

But this isn’t about him. It’s about one of his songs, Lady Day and John Coltrane, that celebrates the power of music to heal and change our lives, especially when we are giving up. If you don’t regularly take that prescription, please consider it.

Lady Day and John Coltrane

Ever feel kinda down and out, you don’t know just what to do
Livin’ all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through
Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you’ve lost your way
And if you don’t get help quick you won’t make it through the day
Could you call on Lady Day,
Could you call on John Coltrane
Now ‘cause they’ll
They’ll wash your troubles
Your troubles your troubles
Your troubles away!

Plastic people with plastic minds are on their way to plastic homes
No beginning there ain’t no ending just on and on and on and on and on, it’s
All because they’re so afraid to say that they’re alone
Until our hero rides in, rides in on his saxophone.
Could you call on Lady Day,
Could you call on John Coltrane
Now ‘cause they’ll,
They’ll wash your troubles,
Your troubles, your troubles
Your troubles away!