In the still of the night …[1]
Music conjures phantasies, memories, and sometimes, combinations of the two (older “memories”).
I remember being very young and very mystified by the exact instant when today and tomorrow met, the instant when tomorrow morphed into today and a new tomorrow was born, an instant in time I couldn’t quite capture — being way too tired as it approached. I remember wondering if in that instant I could somehow catch Santa Clause on what was then a very special time of year. A time when magic and spiritually merged and anything was possible, even peace among men.
And, of course, I remember that special song, — when romance had just started to become intriguing even though I couldn’t quite understand the longing that the phrase “in the still of the night” evoked. The Five Satins, …. Interesting, I wonder what they were thinking of when they decided on that name?
Darling “… I held you, held you so tight, in the still, of the night ….”
Why did “darling” always seem to belong there?
[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2010; all rights reserved
