Recently, I made a music CD for my brother. While I was putting it together, I found something sad on one of the recordings from which I was picking out tunes for him.
I'm a bit embarrassed by it. It was a recording of me sight-reading through (while simultaneously trying, somewhat awkwardly, to create an "arrangement") my first try at the great Thelonious Monk standard, "'Round Midnight." Since the recorder was almost never running when I played, I included it on the disc as a curiosity, a memento of a long-ago time when I was happy enough to make music.
I felt the lyrics then; I really feel them now....
It begins to tell,
'round midnight, 'round midnight.
I do pretty well, 'til after sundown,
Suppertime I'm feelin' sad;
But it really gets bad,
Memories always start
Haven't got the heart to stand those memories,
When my heart is still with you,
And ol' midnight knows it, too.
When a quarrel we had needs mending,
Does it mean that our love is ending.
Darlin' I need you, and lately I find
You're out of my heart,
And I'm out of my mind.
Let our hearts take wings
'round midnight, 'round midnight
Let the angels sing,
for your returning.
Till our love is safe and sound.
And old midnight comes around.
really gets bad
Round, Round, Round Midnight
-- Thelonious Monk
3 hours ago