Are There Places You Remember?
Bill Frisell Plays the Beatles
Are there places you remember all your life? Have some of them changed forever and perhaps not for better? Have some gone while some remain? Do you still love them all?
Perhaps some of those places are songs. They are gifts from the past, carried in your imagination, joined with visual images and feelings and other memories. They are the many that become one in you, moment by moment.
And yet some of the memories fade into the past, losing their meaning. There is a perishing of immediacy. It happens in different ways. Perhaps you meet someone who seems incomparable to all that you've known. You begin to think of love as something new.
Still, you remember the past, you stop and think about the people and things that went before. After all, without the past you'd be making plans for nobody, just seeing what you want to see. Or you'd be misunderstanding all that you see, not hung up on things, but still lost, as if in a field of strawberries.
So you decide to try to live with memory and hope, humility and adventure. It will require gentleness and gratitude. There is so much from the past that is given to you. But the future is open, even when you are sixty or maybe even sixty-four.
Inside yourself you feel a call explore, to see what feelings sound like. So you take the songs you've learned and you play them again, with a freshness, remembering that love is always new. You find yourself knowing, deep down, that of all the friends and lovers the newness itself is more than any of them, but found in all of them. The new love is always calling and always beckoning. Someone told you the beckoning had no name except I Will Be There. Such a good name.