Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sunday at Dawn's

It was a Sunday night at Dawn’s in the Bearinger Building. Music nights at Dawn’s tend to be a very eclectic bag… yesterday the place was filled with punk bands and fans.

When the bands were done, the boys done skipping in vicious circles and the furniture sorted, the air still rang with the sounds that once filled it. There was a wad of hair in the middle of the band room stuck to the floor with what later turned out to be a smear of blood, and I had learned a fascinating fact from one of the lead vocalists: Satan loves bologna. Who knew?

But Sunday was different…the evening started with Evan Mann and Haylie Miller singing soft, warm songs that could’ve been lullabies. There were original songs that talked of last Decembers in this place and past loves that echoed through everything along with a cover that was delivered with the sincerity of musicians who have decided that there is no need to reinvent when one can take up a song that exists and pass it forward…

Song For The Road
(by David Ford)

well the day cast down
lengthy shadows on unfamiliar towns
and i drove 300 miles from the place i call home
and i tipped my hat to the angel of the north
and the sun, it set fire to the heavens
on the hills over sheffield tonight
and i will sail over this countryside with new friends and old
we are nowhere but man, we’re alright
so you can keep your belief in whatever
and i’ll wear my cynicism like a tattoo
and while poets try to engineer definitions of love
oh you know that all i can think of is you
and i just can’t wait to see you on sunday
far from the traffic and the smoke and the noise
but for this evening i will play back every message that you sent
so i can sleep to the sound of your voice
now i don’t lightly use words like forever
but i will love you ‘til the end of today
and in the morning when i remember everything that you are
well i know i’ll fall for you over again
now i know someday this all will be over
and it’s hard to say what most will i miss
just give me one way to spend my last moments alive
and i choose this, i choose this, i choose this
i choose this, i choose this, i choose this
i choose this, i choose this, yeah i choose…

The writer spoke of other places, but it seemed appropriate for the current place, time and economic climate that one should choose to savor what was now.

1 comment:

Laura said...

I saw this display of photos and writings at the Magic Bean last week. It was missing the usual profile of the artist and the workers didn't know the artist either. The display captured me. I had a hard time focusing on my book club. Saginaw and its problems and its abadoned buildings. They overhwhelm me with a knowledge that there are stories everywhere and a desire to make those buildings beautiful again. I loved the display at the Magic Bean and I think it is connected to this blog. Thank you.