Layla
A Blogger, whom I visit daily, stated recently that the instrumental piece of Layla always calmed her down. You know how you read something like that and it flies into your subconscious? I never gave it much thought. Last night, I went to bed around 1 a.m. Being laid off offers that little piece of luxury. The wind was blowing hard through the trees and the rain bounced off my tin porch roof. The wind always does something to me. It's an unexplained sense of awe that settles right in the pit of my stomach. Mysterious callings. Especially at night. So, I opened the bedroom window to listen to the wind play the trees and settled down for sleep.
Then Layla hit me. The first time I heard the song was in the summer of 1971. FM was almost unheard of. It was late at night and I was curled up into the arms of a slight girl two years my elder. The radio was set on WABC from New York city, an AM station that played cool tunes but would only come in at night. The station strength seemed to be carried on the wind as it would fade in and out, soft and louder. We were upstairs in a barn idling the summer night away and the wind was blowing in unison to the fading in and out of the radio.
I recall the feeling in the pit of my stomach. Someone calling me. A sense of awe. I mean, real awe. "An emotion variously combining dread, veneration, and wonder that is inspired by authority or by the sacred or sublime".
Last night, in combination with the post hidden within my subconscious, I guess this memory flooded back rather intensely. You know, the best of times, the worst of times.
An interesting piece of history....and don't let this freak you out....The instrumental piece was an edited add on that the drummer had written. Later on, he began to hear voices and was diagnosed with acute paranoid schizophrenia. He later murdered his mother with a claw hammer. Last I knew he was still locked up but is rich on the royalties from the song.
Then Layla hit me. The first time I heard the song was in the summer of 1971. FM was almost unheard of. It was late at night and I was curled up into the arms of a slight girl two years my elder. The radio was set on WABC from New York city, an AM station that played cool tunes but would only come in at night. The station strength seemed to be carried on the wind as it would fade in and out, soft and louder. We were upstairs in a barn idling the summer night away and the wind was blowing in unison to the fading in and out of the radio.
I recall the feeling in the pit of my stomach. Someone calling me. A sense of awe. I mean, real awe. "An emotion variously combining dread, veneration, and wonder that is inspired by authority or by the sacred or sublime".
Last night, in combination with the post hidden within my subconscious, I guess this memory flooded back rather intensely. You know, the best of times, the worst of times.
An interesting piece of history....and don't let this freak you out....The instrumental piece was an edited add on that the drummer had written. Later on, he began to hear voices and was diagnosed with acute paranoid schizophrenia. He later murdered his mother with a claw hammer. Last I knew he was still locked up but is rich on the royalties from the song.
.JPG)
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