One of the first songs I learned on guitar was "Wish you were here" by Pink Floyd. I'm sure the family remembers this tune fondly. However, I never did learn how to play the parts of the song that actually contained words. Therefore, I present the words ;) and corresponding tune.
On a another note, this song reminds me of an old friend from high school that passed away in 2004. I think he lived a fun life and died doing something he enjoyed, so I actually remember this song fondly and it makes me happy when I hear it. As I was listening to it the other day, around February 22nd, I had been wishing that those that passed away in the earthquake were still here and that Christchurch and the spirit of Christchurch were still here. I think the city will return in all of its glory in time. It's strange that such a brief stay in the city could allow it to feel like a home to me. I guess if you put the ocean, mountains, volcanoes, rugby, ruggedness, great beer and beautiful wildlife all in one place, then it will typically feel like a home to me... Since I've been living away, I've been trying to figure out what exactly it means to feel at home. I still don't have a great answer, but I think it begins with being around people you care about and who care about us back. I think it also means being around things one enjoys. The Bavarians call it Gemütlichkeit. I'm sure it's a different feeling for everyone and that everyone has a different source and reason for feeling at home.
Cheerio
Deep!
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