Day 2: Blogher’s National Blog Posting Month #NaBloPoMo

Sunday, November 2nd, 2014

Today’s gift:  Music! In all its glorious, inspiring, contagious forms.

We are a music family — we love to listen, play, dance.  And we all have different tastes and preferences.

It’s fun to discover new tunes and since the last two movies I watched have great soundtracks — for dancing and singing along –and great narratives, I’m sharing them here as today’s blog post gifts.  Thanks to the brilliance and ease of Spotify, I can find new songs or soundtracks in a click or two.

CHEF is a savory story about family, food, and passion.

BEGIN AGAIN is a delightful romantic film (by the creator of Once) about life lessons, love, and self-discovery.

I won’t reveal too much more — just to say that both films will elevate, inspire, and hopefully ignite something in you to really stop and listen — to the music, real or imagined, and to the soundtrack of your life.  There is great joy when a tune speaks to your soul.

Happy Listening!

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LOST STAR lyrics from the film Begin, Again

Please, don’t see
Just a boy caught up in dreams
And fantasies

Please, see me
Reaching out for someone
I can’t see

Take my hand
Let’s see where we wake up tomorrow
Best laid plans
Sometimes are just a one night stand

I’ll be damned
Cupid’s demanding back it’s arrow
So let’s get drunk on our tears

And God, tell us the reason
Youth is wasted on the young
It’s hunting season
And the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

Who are we?
Just a speck of dust
Within the galaxy?

Woe, is me
If we’re not careful
Turns into reality

But don’t you dare
Let our best memories bring you sorrow
Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer
Turn the page
Maybe we’ll find a brand new ending
Where we’re dancing in our tears

And God, tell us the reason
Youth is wasted on the young
It’s hunting season
And the lambs are on the run

We’re searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name
I thought I heard you out there crying
But just the same

And God, give us the reason
Youth is wasted on the young
It’s hunting season
And this lamb is on the run

Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name
I thought I heard you out there crying

But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

Songwriters
Brisebois, Danielle / Alexander, Gregg / Lashley, Nick / Southwood, Nick

Published by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

Music Man

Saturday, December 11th, 2010

Tonight we played an impromptu game:  we made a random playlist for M and asked him to guess all the artists and songs.

It’s incredible to witness the positive gifts that come from  M’s auditory sensitivity.  His musical ear is so finely tuned.

His scored 100 tonight — he identified all the songs and artists from The Beatles to The Black Eyed Peas.  He rocked the house with his knowledge and dancing and was one happy boy.

With the holidays around the corner, tonight’s early gifts were a surprising delight.

Serenata

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

A little secret for today’s gift:  M serenades me each day.

Imagine how you would feel if a sweet little boy sang to you daily?

This week, he’s performing  “Molly Malone” – the tune he is practicing for his class concert later this month.

My devoted blog readers (thank you!) — you already know how music calms and soothes M.  In fact, music has been another important part of M’s sensory breaks, sensory diet, reward systems, as well as his OT (occupational therapy).  It is a giant piece of his auditory sensory regulation and challenges.

I decided to do a little bit of research on the history of serenades.  My googling yielded the following:

“In music, a serenade (or serenata, Italian) is, in its most general sense, a musical composition, and/or performance, in someone’s honor. Serenades are typically calm, light music. In fact, the word Serenade is derived from the word sereno, which means calm.”

The last line – that the word “is derived from the word sereno, which means calm — struck me and I felt a piece of the M puzzle slide into place.  In addition to creating a lovely moment, M sings to regulate his sensory needs.  He literally performs to calm himself.

Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!

I wonder if he’ll take requests?