My dad got us a piano the year he died. So when I started to learn to play as a little girl, I imagined the piano notes and music to be like a language that he could hear wherever he was, like he got us the piano so we could still communicate. I have never really outgrown that thought.
Here is “Blackbird” for my dad, Les Barr, 8/21/48 – 11/11/91. Recorded for the 30th anniversary of his death on the same piano he gave me so I could still reach him.
As I listen back to this recording, I can hear a faint bird call right in the middle. A reply from him because why not and who’s to say? I am always looking and listening for him, and over thirty years, I’ve gotten pretty good at it.
coming full circle 