Higher Frequencies
Poetry with a hum from another realm
Roy Orbison’s voice still sounds alive and well even on the cracking vinyl, and time seems like something other than a misunderstood concept propelling us away from what was as I remember crying, over you, crying, over you, in a timeless realm of selfless longings where dreamy starlets still warble like painted songbirds at dawn singing about this very moment and their prettiest dreamed-of futures in one continuous chirp-note song that fills the ever-bluing sky, a song about who and what they will see, and when and where they will go flying through a flurry of joyous tomorrows, no need for profound self-reflection on the synergistic charms of enchanted melodies after their spirited words depart the scene like alchemical decoys into the receding mental landscapes of our silent recollections, hinted at and almost magically revived by a tender blast of recorded music from a time that lives on forever as something already passed.
Watch Roy Orbison sing “Crying” in 1965.
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