This started out as a Facebook post, but I decided to post it over here instead.
So I’ve just started binge-watching a new show, and I’m obsessed with the theme song.
The music for the entire show is spectacular, and it’s composed by my favorite Hollywood composer, Bear McCreary. A few years ago, I was fortunate enough to attend an intimate performance by Bear and his wife Reya (vocalist on this song), and I still count it as one of the highlights of my musical existence.
Something about this song makes me weep.
I mean . . . seriously weep.
Yes, this week has been tough on us as a nation, but I was weeping before that.
This song stirs something primal in me. Something from a past life, or something in my genetic memory . . . I was adopted at birth, and unaware of most of my heritage until well into my adulthood. Turns out, a good chunk of my DNA . . . is Scottish.
Whatever this is, I continue to listen to this song, and continue to experience waves of sadness and longing for something I’m not supposed to have at the moment.
The bagpipes have a specific emotional quality of sadness and longing and hope all in the same sound.
So maybe . . .
whatever this is . . .
I’ll have it one day.
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?