The Ship

Music is often our savior. To me, music is something that gives me triggers, usually but not always, to good things. There was one the other day that was a favorite of mine and yet not a trigger for the best of moments, but hearing it still made me happy. Anyway, the other day we were on the patio testing out our new Sonos Move, a speaker that we got as a treat for our outdoor (and even indoor) music situation. It supposedly has an eleven hour charge for music. The reality, according to the reviews is that it is a good five to seven. Anyway, it is portable, has a handle, and if you were to leave it outside, which is not my plan, it can withstand the weather.

To make a long story short, I played ‘The Ship,’ was the music I put on the Sonos Move as we sat on the patio. I had put on a Sunday morning music selection that we had often played in the past: Norah Jones. Then, I thought, perhaps, ‘The Ship’ should be played. It was as planned and a serious soothe to the soul.

‘The Ship’ as MK explained it to me, was the name of the group and also of the album at the University of Illinois in the early 70s. It seems as if she got a better exposure to the folk music of the day. There was a serious coffeehouse scene in mid-Illinois. She and I had similar tastes in liking classical music but also folk music. She and I have a liking for Joan Baez and Carole King , perhaps maybe she more than I and I gravitated to Judy Collins and some more of the rock music, and the Beatles in particular. Anyway, she brought The Ship into our lives.

We had the album, we still have a good amount of vinyl (on my part more than hers) and were sad when we couldn’t hear it at a time when we no longer had a record player. We now have a Crossley simple stereo to play vinyl on periodically. A few years ago, with a google search, I found a CD of The Ship. The whole album sounds like one long song. It is simple, it flows like the waves on the sea, and it makes us feel good.

Thank God we have music, especially in these trying times. It is day 144 of Confinement. The Pandemic rages. People die.

About Richard Koerner

Sixty something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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