(scroll down for a YouTube video)

I play the songs of
Too many dead people
Keeping them alive
As their guitars and faces
Fill my eyes
Words and music
Soothing my soul
Thanks, all, for the
Gift that gives eternally
This month’s practice is Let It Be*
Over and over
Doesn’t sound like
The naked version 2003
Paul redid by stripping the
Background strings, drums, keys and voices
My version is ugly-nude
As ugly as this ol’ lady
Stripped to her black underwear
Strumming the chords
Singing the words
But there is beauty in ugliness
Timeless music
Echoing along the continuum
Surely it reaches back into 1970
And soon-to-be-dead John
And unknowingly-blessed-with-a-long-life Paul
Hear a tune
On their linear line
And pick up guitars
Sit at pianos
Singing so fine
A new song
Somehow, they think,
Popped into their already-crowded heads
But time is truly a circle
And they hear a reverberation
Of some crazy ol’ lady
Playing in 2018
Their song
Because life goes on
A circle of time
Of legacy
Of the future
Telling the past what to create
Even though it was composed in
A linear past
That really never existed
Except in our sorry minds
That cannot grasp
Cannot unclasp
The idea of time not being part of
A straight line…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Ibanez Acoustic Tenor Guitar echoing down the decades

*Written by Paul McCartney, attributed to Lennon-McCartney Partnership

YouTube Video, 1970 original Let It Be https://youtu.be/2xDzVZcqtYI



I know, I can be quite boring sometimes, but just found out that Thunderclap Newman died last week.  Here’s a reblog (from the days I was afraid to blog my true love poetry) about a facet of his song “Something in the Air”


In Memory of Thunderclap Newman who died last week

(from my old blog of May 4, 2014)



We didn’t have a piano, so when visiting family or friends who did, the first thing I played was “Chopsticks.” You, too? Well, some of us did! (“Heart and Soul” was the other one I learned.) So I noticed with great interest that while I was walking on my treadmill, listening to my iPOD, the shuffle worked in a weird way: Three songs in a row featured a musical interlude—riff—with “Chopsticks” or a “Chopsticks” style!

First I researched “Chopsticks” and found out some fascinating facts:  The composer was a 16-year-old female named Euphemia Allen who used the pseudonym Arthur DeLulli. It was 1877 and women—including the Bronte Sisters who published under the names of Currier, Ellis and Acton Bell—almost always were forced into pretending they were men. (Yeah, ok, a bit of feminist anger here.) “Chopsticks” was originally titled “The Celebrated Chop Waltz” and was composed with arrangements for solo and duet. Euphemia Allen specified that the melody be played in two-part harmony with both hands held in a vertical orientation, little fingers down with palms facing each other, striking the keys with a chopping motion.

People like me know the two finger version, but as a little girl who was never going to live in a house with a piano, I felt as important as, um, Euphemia Allen must have felt! I wonder if she would be pleased by three of my beloved songs?

Here are the music videos:

SOMETHING IN THE AIR, Thunderclap Newman