Music touches the soul. It calms the nerves, it brings and recalls tears of sorrow, tears of joy. It releases love into the Spirit and into the air.
My soul needed a special touch, as I have been too busy with the horizontal to consider the vertical lately. What was I to do?
I found a documentary this morning that appealed to me on YouTube. John Philip Sousa. I was introduced to Sousa through high school marching band, under the direction of Mr. Richard Herfort. Band members struggled, while loved, The Thunderer, Trombones Triumphant, The Washington Post, and Stars and Stripes Forever. I entered a wonderful trip down my own memory lane, while watching this fascinating documentary, a PBS production. Memories of watching Ronald Demkee conduct the Allentown Band (and he was a marvelous part of this documentary), but the one that continues to choke me up, after close to 40 years ago, is my own memory of me and my husband in the audience, on a blanket, at the outdoor Mann Music Center of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and Henry Mancini conducting The Stars and Stripes Forever. Conductor Mancini went over and picked up the piccolo and played the solo. I choke as I write, tears spring to my eyes, and I cannot speak without the catch in my throat.
This should be our theme, America.