Sunday, November 17, 2013
I just heard a version of this song. I've liked Laura Nyro for a long time - she's such a New York poet. There's something about these chords that just evoke New York. Perhaps I lean toward it from having lived there, but some songs feel like they belong there. This is one of those. The chords feel like a cloudy, restless day in New York. I miss those days, the days when it rains and the water stays on the street and the clouds don't clear.
I love the rain in LA, how it storms and clears, revealing a crystal sky where even the clouds seem content and smiling - fresh with the breeze. Rain in New York doesn't always clear, and the night in the city reflects the water everywhere. Galoshes are needed. It evaporates at some point, but the sky can stay gray, blocking the sun from doing it's job. Rain in New York is moody. You can't help but feel it, too. I miss that sometimes.
Not enough to move back, but still...there are those songs....