One More Try, The Power of Music

“I’ve had enough of danger
And people on the streets
I’m looking out for angels
Just trying to find some peace…”

I love music. I respect the power of it.

Like most, I grew up around music.  Mama used to play  Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, Dizzy Gillespie, Louie Armstrong — just to name a few.   At some point you’d hear Elvis, Engelbert Humperdinck, Tom Jones, anything and everything Motown….all of it meshing together for me as a kid. One minute it’d be something Country from Glenn Campbell, next it’d be Bach, Mozart, Beethoven or… The Commodores.  Yup. Music appreciation meant listening to all of it.  I didn’t like some of it, but I understood perfectly well that Mama and Music, were a “thing”.  And my memories are filled with Billie Holiday themed scenes one second, and Neil Diamond the next.  All music was good.  “Even them Beatles got sum’thin’ happenin’ there…”.  Ha!

I learned pretty quickly that  whether I liked a genre or not, I needed to respect it, understand it.  There was always a time and place to listen to something.  For example, some music was  clearly cleaning music. I’d watch as Mama danced around the house cleaning with a rag and bottle of Lysol scrubbing base boards and dancing like it was all part of some grand job.  That might be where I got my love for dancing now that I think about it.   But there was also “deep thinking” kind of music too.  Blues were good for that.  Bach.  You get the gist. Some music Mama put on just to get through payin’ them bills.  Serious kind of thinking music. No lyrics, just mood music… (that was never fun).

As I got older I learned quickly about  “getting over an ex-boyfriend” – kind of music.  Sing-a-longs, bar music, dance music (for sure), good ‘ole rock n’ roll music, cryin’ music…  It truly is the universal language, isn’t it? I mean, they say love is, but before you get to love, it’s always so much easier to find that familiar rhythm, right?   That connection…music just makes everything…easier. More beautiful. More palatable. It’s the best form of therapy as far as I’m concerned.

I love George Michael. His unexpected death, along with Prince’s and David Bowie and so many other great legends this past year, truly burdened my heart something fierce. I’m not sure why it happens actually, but music connects us to something deeper somehow.   I learned from Mama that music could walk you through anything. If you didn’t know how to feel or how to say something or even how to pay a bill — if you threw on some music, you’d certainly feel better and eventually figure things out….

This is one of my favorite songs from George Michael.  One More Try.  He has a beautiful “Gospel” rendition as well on his latest CD Symphonica and I’m not sure which I love more (both videos are below).  But this song – the original –  spoke for me at a time, when I couldn’t figure out how to say what was wrong.  It’s exactly how I felt at one point in my life for a long time…and somehow I was able to scream this from the rooftops through this song and let it all out.. and eventually, like Mama said, I moved on through…

George Michael will finally be buried in the next few days, more than 10 weeks after his death on Christmas Day.  For those of us that revered  him so much for what he gave to the music world, it really is finally time to say good-bye.

oh, the power of music…

Music Lyrics (Video Below) “One More Try” by George Michael

I’ve had enough of danger
And people on the streets
I’m looking out for angels
Just trying to find some peace
Now I think it’s time
That you let me know
So if you love me
Say you love me
But if you don’t
Just let me go…

‘Cause teacher
There are things that I don’t want to learn
And the last one I had
Made me cry
So I don’t want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you’re mine
Because it ain’t no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

When you were just a stranger
And I was at your feet
I didn’t feel the danger
Now I feel the heat
That look in your eyes
Telling me No
So you think that you love me
Know that you need me
I wrote the song, I know it’s wrong
Just let me go…

And teacher
There are things that I don’t want to learn
Oh the last one I had
Made me cry
So I don’t want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you’re mine
Because it ain’t no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

So when you say that you need me
that you’ll never leave me
I know you’re wrong, you’re not that strong
Let me go. . .

And teacher
there are things, that I still have to learn
But the one thing I have
Is my pride

Oh, so I don’t want to learn to
Hold you
Touch you
Think that you’re mine
Because there ain’t no joy
for an uptown boy
who just as I’m willing to try
I’m so cold, inside

Maybe, just one more try

Gospel Version

RIP GKP

2 thoughts on “One More Try, The Power of Music

  1. My oh my, Carmen. I grew up much the same way regarding music, with my mom playing ALL genres and encouraging me to listen to them. Plus, AM radio didn’t seemed so “boxed” as is FM, if you know what I mean. When there is a language barrier or I can’t find the right words, Music is always there. Remember the words of Stevie in Sir Duke.

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