My brother Matt and I went shopping this weeekend, off to the record and junk stores. We always have so much fun doing this, showing one another weird vinyl we thought had died a well-deserved death many moons ago.
This time, however it was all cool stuff we found. I only bought 1 new album, but I bought almost a dozen albums. The one I clasped to my chest, ready to race home that very minute and play it, loud, on my stereo; and to he-double-toothpicks with anyone else’s feelings.
I know Mum wouldn’t mind, and I soon discovered that Matt got excited about it too. He said he has never seenh it in all of his years of music shopping, and this was the first time I’d seen it. I kept looking at the album again, so afraid it wasn’t what it was. Finally, 36 hours later, I sat down to play and record it.
Not more than three bars into the first side I was covered in gooseflesh, caught in a flashback to childhood that is still so clear.
Mom and I went to the movies, just her and I, it was a special treat because of the orthopaedic shoes, leg braces, and spacer bar I was required to wear all the time. This was supposed to treat the too-short muscles in my feet and the pigeon-toe’d-ness.
We sat almost in the very fromt, and there weren’t a lot of people at the theatre, but there were enough to make me more uncomfortable than I already was, on a picky, smelly theatre seat. I was settled like a wee Princess with a small soda and candy, and my legs straight out in front of me wearing a dress of all things!!
At last, the previews had finished and the lights faded completely away as “Fantasia” began. I was so lost in the music and animation that I forgot my soda and candy, I forgot having to wear a dress, and I even forgot the leg braces and other equipages holding me still.
Most of the animation was so right, even the “Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor” by J. S. Bach, the free-form, pre-LSD trip psychedelia had me enthralled. I fell in love with the centaurs and dancing crocodiles, and delighted in the dancing thistles, and the slow grace of Walt Disney’s fish. To this day, I doodle my version of those fish, and don’t really think about it when I do it.
Igor Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring” was well paired with Disney’s animation for it, and almost impossible to look away from.
My two top clips were “Night on Bald Mountain” by Moussourgsky, I thought the devil was nicely scary, yet a devil that wouldn’t give us chillens bad dreams.
My #1 All-Time favourite was “The Sorceror’s Apprentice, but, as charming as Mickey was, and as delightful as the tale was, that wasn’t what I saw, then and to this day. I see bears, of all kinds, brown, black, polar, grizzly; adult and cub romp in my imagination.
The most awesome thing about listening to part of “Fantasia” was that I remebered what wonder felt like, and how from the first time I saw this film my most secret dream was to create my own version of this film, I have the story, the music, the desire, the only thing I don’t have is the eyesight.
There isn’t a durn thinag I can do about the eyesight, I’m so blind I don’t dare drive. BUT>>> I am not going to sit around feeling sorry for myself, I can still doodle, read and write (which I was never supposed to be able to do), sew, crochet, embroider, many other things that bring me joy.
What I can do with that dream is see it in my mind, and then write it down, and hope that one day a patient artist will make this dream a reality. So that I can sit in another theatre, chair, world, and see my dream up on the big screen, and feel that same sense of wonder.