Reality is not tv
Most of the world will never know about you
Fewer will (or should) even care.
When we're visiting friends or relatives who happen to like to watch American Idol we get a chance to see what the fuss is about. Sure some of these folks are talented. For me, if I'm forced to watch, then the judges are the show ... you can learn something from a few of the things they say, but it struck me that the draw for audiences is that the producers figured out how to make it a sporting event. I guess that's great if you like to watch sports.
Imagine if Rapheal, Reuben, Picasso, Dali and all the others had to compete for best painter. Now there's a sport I'd watch ... before long they might be slinging paint at each other. Well, before I get too distracted, my point is that in spite what your publicist might tell you, they didn't create because they wanted to appeal to the masses. They looked inside their souls and beautiful (and / or) thought provoking enduring art
came out. That they may have become popular is only because what they found in their souls just happened to match what many of the rest of us have sensed in our own souls.
Now I confess, on occasion that I've entered TagYerit's songs into contests, but never for a moment deluding myself that we'll ever win this week's flavor of the month contest. Just hoping to get a few more folks to hear our songs. That's all.
So what's my own flavor or reality this week? Ah, it's spring. Watching the brown of pre-spring transform to a wide palette of greens. If that just happens to be your flavor, or if you're even remotely curious about how that flavor translates in song ... Here's a clip of TagYerit's song
Amelia And All That Is (aka The Great Unfolding)
available at ITunes
along with other of your favorite digital outlets ...
AMELIA, and All That IS (The Great Unfolding)
©1995 Rich & Flo Newman (BMI)
Around the quiet islands of snow
Could it be I see the green start to show
I surprised a secret slender sprout
Hiding under an iced-in brick that I pulled out
(Chorus)
Seems like everyone's breath is holding
Waiting, waiting for the Great Unfolding
Its freezing but as I look around
Red clover is pushing up through the ground
Tiny new leaves in packages done so precise
Unfolding origami when it's time to capture light
Seems like...
Tiny spirals to huge feather fans
Fiddleheads to ferns
Shades of brown to 'Emerald City'
I just blinked, the scene had turned
How many years have passed that I failed to see
The early stages of this meadow mystery
Like purple cigars that are rolled up really tight
Turn to blooming violets almost overnight
Each bud is a whole pollen package store
Sitting right there hoping
Some thirsty bee is first in line
when it comes the time to open
Seems like...
Thought I heard Tweet minor for half a sec
Are the blueprints being drawn
Those brilliant flying architects
Just labor on and on
So you'll see me on the ground with my head bent real low
Not 'cause I'm feeling down or got no place to go
I'm just moving in close for the bestest best of shows
Taking my seat in the very front row
Waiting waiting for the Great Unfolding
Seems like everyone's breath is holding
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