This week, I've been dabbling in poetry.
I should stick to prose.
I'm still playing with words, creating images. Whether I share what I've created with you is another matter. Don't hold your breath, but I may eventually work it into the novel I'm currently writing.
When I realized that my poetry wasn't going to see today's post, I considered not posting at all. And so I relaxed and watched a little TV, listened to some music. And then played the music over again. And again. And again.
I was listening to a CD. I haven't done that in a very long time. But I couldn't get enough.
And then it came to me: I needed to share this music.
The CD is one by a friend of mine that I first met on Twitter, then at a tweetup, then at a friend's home, then at a performance of The Vagina Monologues, and then again this week, when we shared a bottle of wine and chatted for a couple of hours.
I walked away with the CD and a better understanding of this wonderful person.
The tracks can be described as hauntingly beautiful, as Amanda sings with an ethereal voice about sorrow, loss, and coping. I was moved by the instrumental composition of strings, particularly in the first track, Hiatus. I was hooked from that song and was taken on a journey for the rest of the CD, which is only five tracks long.
Having heard Amanda's story first-hand, I feel that it isn't for me to reiterate. It's not my story to tell. But I can understand the driving force behind her music. And I love it.
If you live in Ottawa and want an actual CD, it's available in Hintonburg, at Alpha Soul Café, where she performs on a regular basis.
For the rest of you, go to her site or to iTunes and download it. And spread the word: Amanda is amazing.
She is poetry—the real thing.
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