A poem of gratitude #15 in appreciation and gratitude for the influence of the California Sound of the 1960s and early 1970s.
With Appreciation by Michael Romani There is really all kinds of music But, it doesn't really abuse it To say that all music is really folk And that every poem is waiting to be spoke A simple bit of a twelve sting jangle Played across a world of denim spangle It took the Byrds to truly let it fly A witches brew that Beatles could not deny Truth is found that more the world changes It always, yet, somehow remains a bit the same And despite how the chordal movements rearrange What remained was and is rock with a new game Brian Wilson's music has genius and is art It's as pure as Baroque and equal to Mozart Though a bit drenched in the California sun Troubles fade in a room filled with dreams begun I am thankful for all of this of yesterday All of the musicians before me with so much to say With their lyrics harmonized in sunshine's melody It spoke to my heart like a cosmic symphony Memories of a lone Steinway in a room of sand The bringing of pet sounds we'd come to understand Though at the time off in a corner sitting by itself Since then a million records have found influence on a shelf Authentic in all that it is and has a way of being Thinking for oneself with feeling brings true seeing And in this third eye bind it brings a feel of light Having brought this world's path to a sense of right (c) November 15, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 