We are one full day into the New Year. Yesterday, I celebrated, but in a subdued manner as far as those things go.
Schmoop and I began the day as most others who celebrate the New Year. Food, drink, football on the TV, and hope for the future.
But…It wasn’t until about eight o’clock New Year’s night that I discovered what the future is about.
It was about then that I put a CD on. It was, The Best of Pete Seeger. That sounded good, so after that, I put on a two CD collection of The Kingston Trio.
Just before Schmoop went to bed I played a compilation CD of Folk musicians. Ironic. Here we were celebrating 2010 and I was playing music from the 60’s.
And not just any music…I was playing low tech, bare bones and soul, hobo traveling folk music. Oddly enough and in spite of the “advanced” decade in which we now live, it made sense.
Pete Seeger was singing, Michael Row Your Boat Ashore.
He sings it in a way that describes the arduous journey across the river Jordan with optimism in his voice, and it takes me back to the carefree feeling of sitting on the cold, hard, tile floor of my second grade classroom.
All of us eight year olds holding hands, smiling and singing…our only concerns being what we would do at recess and what mom packed us for lunch.
When I put The Kingston Trio on, it wasn’t so much their humorous lyrics and great harmonies that struck a chord with me, it was the fact that Schmoop had bought the CD for me some four or five years ago.
We are not big on buying Christmas gifts for one and other but that Christmas some years ago, she knew that I liked them and she got the CD for me. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to.
Last night, with beers in hand, and trails of smoke coming from the ashtrays on the coffee table, we sat next to each other on the couch and in discordant harmony probably only pleasing to us, sang the, Reverend Mr. Black along with The Kingston Trio.
We smiled…a lot.
After that was done, I played the Folk CD and we sang along with the likes of Ian and Sylvia, Joan Baez, Donovan, and my fave, Ramblin’ Jack Elliot.
After that, Schmoop got up, I smacked her on the ass, she smiled, and then went to bed…without a word.
She didn’t have to say anything.
After our brief New Year evening singing engagement, the smile that she threw me was an indication that no matter how good or bad this coming year may be, we both have a crutch to lean upon should we need one.
And I hope that this is the case for all of you as well.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to put some Johnny Cash on. Just like the other groups I mentioned, the man is good for the soul.
Cheers, and once again, Happy New Year!!