A Few of My Favorite Things – Repost

The car puttered into its usual spot seemingly out of instinct. After a few idling seconds it went to sleep. Nothing moved. 30 seconds went by and then a minute yet there was still no movement. Ken sat in the driver’s seat staring blankly out of the front window with a state of mind that would make a Zen master envious. As the clock slowly ticked towards the two minute mark, something in the car finally stirred. Ken slowly opened the door and slid his way out. He opened the back door and grabbed his briefcase off the seat and his empty travel coffee mug off of the floor. He noticed but didn’t notice the new stain the not quite empty mug had made on the carpet. Closing the door Ken turned and walked zombie-like to the house.

Nothing really bad happened at work. Granted, nothing good happened either, but there was no reason for Ken to complain. He wasn’t crushed under an unbearable workload nor was he bored out of his skull by lack of work. It was pretty typical.

Sleep had been OK and Ken wasn’t feeling sick, just down. He felt despondent, not quite there. It wasn’t anything he could put his finger on. It was like he was experiencing the world through filtered glass. Blue. His world was seen through blue filtered glass.

That was it, he had the blues.

In the house Ken threw himself down on the couch and turned on the TV. He went to a movie site and punched in “Comedy”. The day’s choices were all childish drivel, uninspired farces or boring “bromances”. Not a thing jumped from the screen shouting, “Watch me!” He turned off the TV.

He plugged his iPod into the stereo and started flipping through his choices. There was no way he could handle rock in his current mood. The thought of pop made him feel nauseous. No pompous classical era or over the top romantic era music today, please. He thought of Schoenberg but quickly dispelled it. Perhaps Stravinsky? Shostakovich? No. He finally put on Miles Davis “Kind of Blue” and turned the volume down.

Ken next flipped through his cell phone but there wasn’t sole he really wanted to talk to.

Without thinking about what he was doing he got up and changed into his running clothes. The early spring chill in the air dictated sweats. Not an issue, he was just glad he didn’t have to put on the Hot Chillys under his sweats as did just a couple of days ago.

Running down his street Ken’s mind once more went into a blank, Zen state but it began to revive once he turned the corner out of the village into the countryside.

The air just smelled so wonderful and the chatter of birds made a constant soundtrack, better than any movie. Despite the subzero temperatures less than a week ago spring had finally arrived.

After a few minutes of passive observation Ken started to imagine what might lie just over the hills and on the other side of the fields. He began to think of creatures stumbling out into the woods after a long winter, blinking at the warming sun. The thoughts started to organize themselves. A story emerged from the mental images, twisted thoughts and kaleidoscopic chaos of sights, sounds and smells. An ancient Native American curse wakes up to a new world. That was it, a great storyline. The rest of the run zipped by in a blur as Ken’s mind filled in the details of the story.

Back home, after a quick shower, Ken found himself at the computer pounding away. His story “Into the New Spring Sun” quickly took shape on the screen as Coltrane’s “Favorite Things” played loudly in the background. Lost in his own world Ken almost didn’t hear the beep from his phone.

John had sent a text. “A few of us are going to The Tannery @ 8. Great new blues band.”

Ken looked at clock and then at the nearly finished story. He did a quick mental calculation that took dinner into account.

“I’ll be there,” he texted back.

Attention back to the computer, his fingers created a whole new world on the keyboard, the colorful images taking shape in black and white on the screen. He smiled and sang, “These are a few of my favorite things,” along with the music.

It was looking to be a great weekend.

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Music video, John Coltrane “My Favorite Things” from youtube.

Reposted in part to celibate the 50th anniversary of the release of the movie “The Sound of Music”

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14 thoughts on “A Few of My Favorite Things – Repost

    1. trentpmcd Post author

      It is a fun movie. It’s impossible not to sing along. The van Trapps moved to Stowe Vermont. I never stayed at their inn, but I have cross country skied there. It’s very beautiful country.

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          When they talk about “feel good movies”, I think this is the feel “goodiest” of them all. There once was a time when everyone knew the words to the current musical. Sound of Music was one of the last ones.

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          1. idiotwriter

            Sad actually :/
            But hang on – what about Greece etc. ? LMAO! I can JUst see the man doing his slicking with the hair to ‘Greece lightening’ GO greese lightening! :PHang on – was it Grease? Or Greece? I think GREASE! Good grief WOman!

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              1. idiotwriter

                SOund of music was still a classic beautiful musical ;) Grease was … trendy… Oddly though – there was a phase a few years back where the youth were into Grease again, Funny.

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                1. trentpmcd Post author

                  I know, the strangest things make comebacks. LAst year was Fiddler on the Roof’s 50th anniversary – that was for the Broadway musical, while Sound of Music is the film. My parents had the soundtrack to Fiddler when i was growing up so that’s another one I know by heart.

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                  1. idiotwriter

                    Never saw fiddler – not that I can recall (may have when I was tiny) But I DO know some of th emore famous tracks – da di di di di di di di da di di di di di dum – all day long I’ll — if we were ey ;) And
                    Find me a match – catch me a catch! Hahaha ;)

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                    1. trentpmcd Post author

                      Yes, yes. And Tradition! If you look one up, look up Sunrise, Sunset. Anyway, Fiddler is NOT a feel good story! Just listening to some of the music I have to hide the tear in my eye : )

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                    2. idiotwriter

                      Oh jeepers – I KNOW THAT ONE! I used to love it at school :D We used to sing it in music lessons. Cannot for the life of me remember more than Sunriiise…sunSET. I do remember I thought it was beautiful…and loved singing it (in my super diva voice ya know)

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            1. trentpmcd Post author

              Your last comment isn’t showing up in my drop down so I can’t comment directly to it! Anyway, Sunrise, Sunset is a wedding song. They are looking at the bride and groom and thinking how time has gone too fast ( I don’t remember growing older/when did they?). It’s pretty, a little wistful and little sad.

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