Meditations on a Timeless Muse
Meditations on a Timeless Muse
My friend Megan had made me
a promise a few years back.
She's said, “If Loreena McKennitt comes back to Pittsburgh, we'll
go see her.”
That
promise was fulfilled on November fifth, Guy Fawkes Day! We didn't
blow anything up, but we did have a wonderful time. Incidentally, our
American election was on that Tuesday...less said about that, the
better.
I've
been a fan of Ms. McKennitt since I was a teenager. My first exposure
to her music was from the documentary No Journey's End—in
which she was depicted on tour, while writing her then current album
The Mask and Mirror (1994, pictured above). That same album was to become my
first Loreena McKennitt album. I played it so many times, almost in
marathons back in the 90's. I memorized the entire thing. I'd play it
back-to-back with The Visit and The Book of Secrets. I
even read along with the lyric books.
This
concert, as part of the Troubadour Performance, was held at the
gorgeous Byham Theater. I'd been there once before to see Neko Case.
This was concert in which the audience sat,
and listened. Yet, I was glad to hear cheers and shouts, for even the
most somber of tunes. I'd rather not spoil the setlist for other
fans, but I will say the show opening surprised me. The familiar harp
strings of Samian Night pulled us into the mist-shrouded world
of McKennitt's music. It was as if we were being taken back in time,
to a world of stone circles, and bardic traditions.
Indeed,
she performed the role of wise woman that night. Not only did
McKennitt sing to us, she also told us stories. There were stories of
her travels, and the inspirations behind her music. One such story
that comes to mind is the one about buying the skull of Brian Boru.
Another is a tale about being busted for busking in London. I'd
rather not spoil either of these stories, as they are both hilarious.
You just have to be there to experience them.
There
was also a bit of commentary as well.
One of
the points that Ms. McKennitt brought up was that of children and
digital media. It seems that these days children are being weaned on
the “glass teat” so to speak. They are exposed to electronic
media at a much younger age, and are more dependent on such media.
The internet is a good thing, believe me. But it's that children and
teens spend so much time texting to friends, instead of spending time
with friends, that something is lost in the process.
This was
evidenced when someone, against the performer's wishes, took a photo
of Loreena McKennitt as she was speaking.
Her
response was polite, as she said, “Have you not heard? If you could
please put your cellphones away, and other things, that would be
great.”
She
smiled, and was applauded. That's the way to handle that sort of
situation. The person who took the photo also had the audacity to use
a flash!
Loreena
McKennitt has a very warm personality. She's gentle, well-spoken, and
conversational. It felt as if she were guiding us, and imparting
lessons upon us, in a very loving way. I was very impressed with her
as a person, just as much as I've always been impressed with her as a
musician. Her performance surpassed my expectations. So much so, that
I count her as being on even keel with Lindsey Stirling for best
concert ever!
On a
personal note...
In my
teenage summers I'd have some alone time in the evenings, as my
father was at work. I would make dinner, and then put on McKennitt's
music as I ate. I would then drink mint tea, open the windows, and
let in the warm summer breezes. It was like a form of de-stressing.
I'd also
sometimes write with her music playing softly in the background. Or,
I'd lie in bed, and listen to her—completely surrounded by the
sonic landscapes from my boombox (which my mother had bought for me
as my first stereo). It'd enter into a sort of serene imagining. I
would visualize every word she sang. I could see the people and
places that McKennitt mentioned in her music, even though I'd not
been to any of those places yet. I had that same waking fantasy while
listening to her that very night. She's one of the few musicians who
had that effect on me.
While
I'll not spoil the setlist, I will mention two songs in
particular.
First,
as her second some that night, Ms. McKennitt played Annachie
Gordon.
I turned
to Megan, who smiled at me. It's my favorite Loreena McKennitt song.
It's also one of the most tragic. It tells of a young woman who is
arranged to marry a wealthy Scottish nobleman. It's against her
wishes, as she'd rather marry the poor sailor, mentioned in the
title. I pictured every word, as if these people were real. I cried
as I did so.
I cried
during almost everything song. I'll get personal, and use her first
name here. Loreena's voice is even more powerful in real life! I
remember the first time I saw her on television, and thought, “Who
is this woman? She has the most beautiful voice I've ever heard.”
She still does have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. I cried
at such beauty. Megan told me that she did likewise. So many emotions
came to the surface during that concert. So many memories as well.
I
remembered the first time I heard The Visit was on Christmas
Day. It was given to me as a gift, as was Parallel Dreams. I
remembered hearing Elemental for the first time. William
Blake's words, and Loreena's music...I was never the same after that.
I also
remember playing her music for my mother on several
occasions. To
which my mother replied, “She has a haunting voice.”
I
thought of my mother, as Loreena sang Dante's Prayer—a song
she'd written to memorialize her father. Yes, I cried again, but was
thankful for it.
Seeing
her in concert was therapeutic for me. It was as if I'd recovered
another lost part of myself—one that I didn't realize I'd lost,
until now. I am thankful for that.
I'm also
thankful for Megan accompanying me. I didn't want to go alone, and
not have someone to share the experience with. She had admitted that
had she not met me three years ago, she would have gone by herself as
well. I'm one of the few people she knows that is into this sort of
music.
It was
bittersweet for her as well. She'd lost a much loved uncle a few
years ago. He was also a fan of Loreena's music, and so the concert
was a chance to pay tribute to him. I don't think she'd mind me
mentioning that.
As we
head into the end of the year, it's a time for reflection. It's a
time also to look to the future, while we respect the past, and the
lessons we learn from it.
Let us
hope that 2017 is year in which we never forget. Let us also hope
that it's a year that brings new and great things—such as a new
album by Loreena McKennitt!
Text
copyright Riley Joyce 2016
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