in memorium
Jan. 29th, 2014 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I didn't see the news about Pete Seeger until late yesterday. I'm not feeling so much grief, as reverence and awe. 94 years old, and what a journey.
I went to see the documentary, The Power of Song, when it was in the theatres. I wanted to start singing along right away, but I squelched the impulse until most of the way through. Once I could hear the others in the audience humming, I went ahead. By the final credits, everyone was singing -- and most of us were still singing, softly, as we left the screening room, crossed the lobby and headed home.
I stopped and asked one of the ushers, "Do you often hear the audience singing along to that one?"
She looked bemused. "Every single showing." She hadn't seen the movie herself, silly girl, and didn't understand why.
Thank you, Pete.
I went to see the documentary, The Power of Song, when it was in the theatres. I wanted to start singing along right away, but I squelched the impulse until most of the way through. Once I could hear the others in the audience humming, I went ahead. By the final credits, everyone was singing -- and most of us were still singing, softly, as we left the screening room, crossed the lobby and headed home.
I stopped and asked one of the ushers, "Do you often hear the audience singing along to that one?"
She looked bemused. "Every single showing." She hadn't seen the movie herself, silly girl, and didn't understand why.
Thank you, Pete.