When the West Wind Moves

 

  That’s obviously Sting’s “Field’s of Gold”.  The piece is an incredible combination of emotive music and powerful poetic narrative.  It is said that the notion for the piece came to him as he walked through a barley field near his home not far from Stonehenge.

  Wind moving through that field catalyzed the thought of a young couple making love upon it – “See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley”.   From there the story of a relationship unfolds, develops, and matures.

  The song came out in 1993 on his “Ten Summoner’s Tales” album and I remember listening to it then.  It became one of two bits of music I set up as goals eight months ago when I began my relationship with a guitar.  I bought an “Easy Pop Melodies” songbook in June and turned to the page, but couldn’t even get started.

  Several days ago, I thought I’d give it a try again.  A few pickup notes and a single measure later I was almost overcome with surprise by having figured it out and with emotion at the power of the sound being made by my clumsy fingers.  I was shocked.  I felt like an apprentice wizard with a magic wand and spell book.

  Perfect timing for several reasons.  First of all is that the mostly corn and bean fields around here are ripening to gold just now and it is beautiful to move among them*.  It is at this turn of seasons – summer to fall – that one’s mind casts back a bit to consider lives lived thus far: 

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the Fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold. 

  Secondly, roommate’s out of town again and dang if that doesn’t heighten the impact of such music and rumination.  We have for the most part been able to “forget the sun in his jealous sky” but, pushing sixty, the pace of reminders has begun to quicken. 

*Of a sudden the opening of August Rush came to mind.  See it if you haven’t.

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2 Responses to “When the West Wind Moves”

  1. Dirk Says:

    hey Budge, there is just not enough time in this one lifetime to do all the things one wants to do….

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