People poohoo Twitter but it’s amazing how many times it’s inspired me. Last night I came across this performance by Aretha Franklin and it stirred me to my core.
The Queen of Soul is singing “You make me feel like a natural woman”. She is paying tribute to the songwriter, Carole King. The song was a hit for Franklin in 1967 but was included on King’s Tapestry album which came out in 1971.
I was ten years old when King and Franklin were singing about being “natural women”. This music is an art installation that had and still has the power to lift me quickly and easily to joy.
For the six years that Tapestry stayed on the music charts (my tween and teen years), I used to lay on my bedroom floor and pull the loading arm up on my record player so that the stylus would return to the start over and over automatically. I’d lay there in flowery shirt and bell-bottom jeans with long hair as curly as Carole King’s and listen to her play the piano and belt out those songs for hours. I knew every word to every song. It seems hard to imagine that the content of those songs resonated so deeply with that 10 year old girl but they did. It speaks to why we must never patronize children. I’m 54 now and when I hear this music I’m feeling the passion of the 10 year old I was and then some.
The timing of finding Ms. Franklin singing to Ms. King on Twitter last night is serendipitous for me. I feel like it’s a special message from the universe.
You see, in October of 2015 I finished a book I’d been working on for nine years. I told my husband and son that when the book was done, I was going to buy a piano and learn how to play the songs of Tapestry. Right now my goal still feels “so far away” and yet I did acquire that piano since I finished my book. Some may say “it’s too late baby” at age 54 to learn to play, but that’s not part of my vocabulary – thanks to Carole King.
Aretha Franklin is 73 years old. Carole King is the same age. I hope when I’m 73, I can play my own private and quiet tribute to these “natural women”. They have lived and shared their gifts so fully, they are inspiring me to stretch and to see what more lies inside of me. If I desire this so much, surely I must listen and pay heed to that desire. It feels like a natural part of this woman.
This is what’s inspiring me on the first day of January, 2016. How about you? What’s going to help you savour it all this year?
nice!
i too, knew every word on that album.
i will look forward to your concert – before we are both 75!
happy new year to you and yours
cheers
su
Hey Su,
Right on. I’ll do a concert for you!
Happy New Year and keep on being your SuperSu self.
Hugs,
K
That performance awed me and I may have shed a tear or two seeing a 73 year old still a master of her crafts. I have no excuses!
Great! I hope she inspires you to shed all excuses. Cheers! K
Wonderful post Karen. You are most right, there are many decades left to pack in more inspiration, joy and adventures.
I had the good fortunate to be at the Kennedy Centre one year to watch the nominees walk the red carpet – a total fluke. Seeing that clip brought back the feeling of watching in awe as these monumental souls walked in front of me.
So cool Jan!
Hugs,
K
Hi Karen….loved this post. I too watched the Kennedy Honours and like you was very moved. I was brought to tears by Cicely Tyson’s tribute and what can we say about Aretha……..such a talent. Lovely to see Carole King respond the way she did. She was genuinely in awe.
So sad that my daughter and I did not make it to India with you this year. My 12 year old granddaughter from Victoria left yesterday with her school for India. She will go for her grandma.
Stay blessed in 2016.
Hi Evelyn,
I thought about you lots in India. I hope we may still have you join us one time.
Namaste and thanks for dropping a note. It means a lot.
Blessings,
K
Karen, this is beautiful. Anyone who can write a cookbook can easily lern to play the piano. You are going to LOVE it!
I am loving it Tandi. It puts some fun in my every day now. But, I may not inflict myself on others for some time to come! hah! K