Ah, 45 years ago I had my trusty tambourine in hand as I sang this with the Folk Group. Back then, it was what we were all told was fresh, new, and joyous. So a bit of nostalgia for back when my hair was thick and my waist was thin—not vice verse—and for ‘The Way we Were’ (also from right around that era). . .
But “the Road goes ever on and on” and I’ve walked onto what appears to be “the road less traveled by”.
It’s just not what I wish to hear at Mass. Not the fault of the song or the lyrics—I have heard much worse—it’s just that, for better or for worse, one’s life (ironically until COVID’s lockdown days) was punctuated, no matter where one went, with the same kind of ‘background music’; a bit of syncopation, a bit of imagery that could be more or less shallow or deep depending on the person’s whim, but basically a background of noise/music/sound so that SILENCE was almost never heard. Music, as many know, is said to do all sorts of things —supposedly certain types make one more prone to buy items, other types like classical meant to enhance brain development in infants, other types of music are meant to soothe, others to enslave passions (of all kinds), some are evocative, others nostalgic. . . But always an outside ‘pressure’ never allowing the silence we have in ourselves to be heard.
I’m just tired of noise. . .