Sandy asks: I would like to know what music you enjoy.
It's odd, I do love music, but I also really, really love silence. So I'll often go long periods w/o listening to music. With all the Air in my chart, I'm as happy to listen to poems as to music. Son and his father are huge music fans and Son has introduced me to a lot of the music that I love. G/Son looks as if he'll follow in their footsteps. He loves to sing and to be sung to. Last night, putting him to bed, I told him: "This is music for marching," and sang him "We Shall Overcome." At the beginning of ever verse, we added a family member: G/Son Shall Overcome, Nonna Shall Overcome, Mommie Shall Overcome, Daddy Shall Overcome, Uncle Bubbie Shall Overcome, Pop Pop Shall Overcome, Nini Shall Overcome, Drew Shall Overcome. He's also a big fan of "Do You Know the Muffin Man?"
I have fairly eclectic tastes. I love classical music, some of which is considered rather schmaltzy and low brow: Wagner, Handel, Vaughan Williams, Strauss the Younger I also love a lot of folk music and, if I'm on a long road trip, I'm happy to listen to country, esp., embarrassingly enough, Travis Tritt and Shania Twain, and to almost any blue grass. Martha Wainwright would be on my short list for the desert island, but then, so would almost anyone be who sings Leonard Cohen. I'm v. happy singing along with "The Student Prince" when I do housework.
I have to listen to Handel's Water Music every year on my (Pisces) birthday and, Pagan that I am, to his Messiah every December. I love Vaughan Willliams' "The Lark Ascending" so much that I can hardly stand it. I'm also a huge fan of Heinichen's Dresden Concerti. Almost anything by Bach. There's not much better than a well-played trumpet.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."