It’s that time of the year again.
Time for a Jolly Holiday.
Time to gather the family, rev up the family car (The Roadster safely tucked up in the garage) and set off to the far, far West.
Finisterre as it were.
The Atlantic Ocean thrashing and murmuring through the hours according to the dictates of the distant Moon.
The last rays of the Sun over the land.
Suitcases stowed along with :
Surfboards, Wetsuits, Kites (Kites are skittish things), Quoits, Cricket Bats and Compendium of Games (can I retain my title as supreme draughts/checkers champion?).
Laptops, IPods, IPads, Cameras, Tripods, assorted chargers and batteries.
For me three books guaranteed to please whatever the weather.
To make me laugh out loud P. G. Wodehouse :
‘It’s no use telling me there are good aunts and bad aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.’
To inspire me, ‘Stepping Stones’ – conversations between Seamus Heaney and Dennis O’Driscoll illuminating the great Poet’s dedication to his vocation :
‘If you have the words, there’s always a chance you’ll find the way’.
To utterly sweep me away, ‘Moby Dick’ :
‘Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are wedded forever.’
Obviously, a selection of music to suit all our ages, all times of the day and night and all our humours.
As we drive down we check off the Way stages of our journey laughing as we recount previous adventures.
Old memories celebrated. New memories minted.
And, there’s always one song that elects itself our Summer Song.
A mysterious process but agreement on the chosen song is always by acclamation and lusty choral sing song.
So I am pleased to open the envelope and announce to a breathless world that this years song is the fantastic, frolicsome, ‘Bibbidi, Bobbidi, Boo!’ by the one, the only, Louis Armstrong!
Take it away Satch!
Well, I have to say I can’t think of another song by another singer more guaranteed to have a family laugh out loud with delirious pleasure!
Louis Armstrong was a certified musical genius.
But, he was also a man who radiated warmth and bonhomie.
I only have to imagine his face or listen to the echo of his unique tones to feel that life is a very fine enterprise.
I wholly agree with Tony Bennett – ‘The bottom line of any country is, What did we contribute to the World. We (the USA) contributed Louis Armstrong.’
Now, I’m aware many of you are not on Holiday.
No, you’re straining at the coal face or the chalk face or the work station counting down the hours.
There are, I am told, many fine books on mindfulness and mediatation that might help you in such circumstances.
Yet, I have never found a better way to lift my mood than to call up Louis Armstrong in my mind and sing, sing, sing,
Bibbidi, Bobbidi, Boo! Bibbidi, Bobbidi, Boo!
Happy Holidays.
The Immortal Jukebox 