Music helps lift the melancholia.


Place de l’Eurovision in Montreux, Switzerland.

I have a playlist named Feel Good Songs and this morning, I had to start the day with it. Music helps lift the melancholia and shines a few rays of sunshine on yet another rainy day here in London. The songs vary from John Denver’s quiet and soothing “Annie’s Song” to The Coral’s more upbeat “Dreaming Of You” ; in a matter of seconds, I find myself less blue and, in the spirit of my latest guest post over at Ula’s, more yellow.

It is only temporary, of course. As soon as the song fades into silence, for a fleeting 3 second moment before the next one starts, something sinks again. But then, “Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground” comes along and all is forgotten again, carried away by Willie Nelson’s mellow voice.

There has been a lot of doubt in the air recently. If it were edible, it would probably taste chalky and bland, like something that once tasted good but has now lost all its flavour. Because that is what doubt does. It snatches it all – the confidence, the baby steps and the well-being.

I had another post lined up for today. But I can’t really think straight. Come to think of it, not much has changed. My routine, or lack thereof, is the same. Wake up, shower, have some breakfast, sip my coffee then choose amongst a variety of unpaid activities.

Send a CV or two, spend a considerable amount on my cover letter because – thank goodness – I still get excited, do more and more research on my novel, some more head-banging on my desk/dining table, do the dishes and ignore the carpet that needs hovering, go to Gatwick for the occasional shift – whoever invented zero hour contracts? – and when I can no longer stand it here, grab the keys and go for a walk in Greenwich Park.

Okay then. Rant over. Patty Griffin is now playing. My American followers are more likely to know her ; I’d be curious to know. “Ohio” ( the song at the top of this post) has now brought a smile to my face and I can feel an American vibe floating in the air. I’m clueless, of course. Having never been across the Atlantic, all I can picture is a series of cliché images but they take me away and that is all that matters.

Forgive this diary-like post. I accept that vulnerability is part of who we are but this has to stop. So off to the Library I go.


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29 responses to “Music helps lift the melancholia.

  1. I first hear Patty sing – Mary – at the end of a movie called The Ground Truth, and have been enchanted by her music ever since. This song Ohio reflects the river not only in its words but in the feeling of the music. While not as great as the Mississippi the Ohio is a tributary and meanders endlessly into it. It’s muddy brown water rise and fall with the rains and the snow melt… Ohio is the land of the Cahokia tribes who were a pre Columbian nation. This is a certain enchantment in the prairie … A closeness to the earth that these days is all but ignored …

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    • Thank you for this, what a wonderful tribute to a place I now want to visit even more. America is a vast land of the unknown for me. I can’t wait to explore!
      Yes, Mary is another beautiful song by Patty but then again, there are very few I don’t find beautiful. I’ll have to check out this movie. Thank you for your lovely comment! :)


  2. I have music on right now as well, and sometimes that’s how days turn out and you have to go with the flow.I also find I can only listen to certain pieces of music when working on my books – the melodies seem to entwine with the stories, carrying them along :-)

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  3. Patty Griffin is absolutely one of my favorites. I remember starting a new canvas after 3 years of having noplace to paint while listening to her “Mad Mission” – pure joy. My playlist is full of her, the Wailin’ Jennys and Kate Rusby.

    We have these very limited part-time, variable hours jobs here too, and people accept them because they have to in a difficult employment climate. I so hope you find something wonderful to do for work – if London is like here, there are all sorts of very silly ways of weeding people out that make no sense at all.

    I lived my first 25 years in a city on the Ohio. There are some places in America that are still worth visiting, and I hope you can get here someday!

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  4. Don’t despair. We all have moments like this. They pass. Get out. Go to the library or for a walk in the park. Or, a bike ride. When I’m down I get on my bike for a few hours. When I get back, I’m in a different, and better mood :)

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    • I’m writing this from the library where I spent all day and I definitely feel better. I just hate being alone all day. I think I have to get out more often and work some place else. :)
      And… I still haven’t fixed my bike… *blushing with shame*


  5. That’s terrible. Shame on you :)

    I’m pleased you feel better. Working alone is hard.

    I spent 2 hours in my local library on the way home yesterday. I read the paper, several financial planning magazines, back issues of the Bicycling magazine (what else), and I searched for Ann-Marie MacDonald’s novels to no avail. I am anxious to read her latest novel.

    I find the library uplifting, and try to make a visit part of most days.

    Take care and get that bike back on the road :)

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  6. We all get days like that. Be kind to yourself. Hope you’re feeling better now, having spent the day in such an inspirational place. Hugs to you! 😊

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  7. I felt mournful for you, and oddly delighted by your candour. I know those days too – I call them doona days, because huddling under the doona seems to help me as music helps you. Full time work’s a good antidote, but that’s only because it doesn’t allow you to acknowledge your emotional climate. I hope the library helped: once again I’m looking forward to your Friday post.

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    • Thank you, Meg. I think I just needed to get it out and be done with it. It helped to write about it, that’s for sure.
      The library did help, I think I needed to be surrounded by people and immersed in something with no risk of distraction.
      It’s so flattering to know you’re looking forward to my Moroccan Fridays. Motivates me even more!


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