Heart and Stevie Nicks…let me share with you the concert in my living room. Here’s how it started:
Laying on my back, staring up at the ceiling in my dimly lit bedroom I knew I was about to add to my nearly 48 hours without proper sleep. I go through cycles where sleep, normally difficult, becomes down right impossible. I’m used to this, the mind won’t shut down.
If I have watched anything prior to sleep that has me questioning the sanity of our world I’m truly doomed. It is for that reason that I don’t watch the news, or shows depicting people I would normally run away from if they opened their mouth. I prefer to watch a light comedy instead, currently running in our DVD player is Frasier…it cracks me up!
However, even Frasier could not override the messages in my head and so I got right back out of bed and popped in Live in Chicago Stevie Nicks. That started to be bring me back to earth, the show got better and better with each song. It was her story telling and her voice that swept me away. Stevie has a natural way of drifting you through a song, her voice is enchanting, her look mesmerizing, her depth translates well even on screen.
I finished that DVD, but still felt I had a ways to go. That is when I brought out the big guns! Heart Alive in Seattle. Now, if you know me well, you know this is my favourite rock band. I have followed this band since the 1970’s. My first album, given to me at Christmas, was Heart – Little Queen. It was particularly helpful during the most challenging time for our family, it was my escape from the immense loss felt by us all. I dove into the songs as if they were the only thing that would wash me clean and set me free.
Last night I immersed myself again into the voices and music. The days, hours, conversations, concerns and plans slowly peeled away. I played a few favourites before finding my body ready to attempt sleep again. When I found my mind drifting to reality, I would drift it back to the music, the women of rock…Stevie, Ann and Nancy.
I don’t know what helps you sleep or takes away the days or weeks thoughts, but for me every once in awhile I have to go to a concert in my living room.
The child in me sat in front of her little blue stereo and shut the world off, she would sing loud when the words cut deep and danced when the mood found her. I can do that too, but I can also just curl up with a blanket in a chair and allow the music to work its magic, a good end to a long day.
Though I have seen Heart many times in concert I have yet to be one of the lucky ones to meet them, its on my bucket list. If I ever met any of those women I would thank them, it would be the least I could do, but I know if they looked into my eyes they would know why.
Think for a moment: What helps take away your day or takes you to a magical place? Enjoy.