Muted Voice…
I was driving to the gym this morning, and I heard an interview with Deval Patrick on NPR. I don’t know much about this guy. I always seem to miss a story about him, so I paid attention to what he had to say.
It was about his new biography. He talked about how he came from nowhere and became somebody. I was thinking ‘another politician, who made from nothing’. I guess we do like to vote for people who make something out of themselves. It makes sense since their story does say something about what they are capable of.
Anyway, what most attracted me to the story was his relationship with his father. Long after his father left him, after he became an adult and accomplished something, he had to come in terms with his father.
It seemed to me, his father was unable to communicate his deepest feeling to him. He was eaten with guilt and shame of what he has done. As a father, he must have realized what he had done, and the love he felt for him. He invited him to one of his gigs and played a song dedicating to him. The song was “I can’t get started” The song goes “I’ve been around the world in a plane; I’ve started revolutions in Spain; the North Pole I’ve charted. Still, I can’t get started with you.” The power of music. … Now I have to find that music…
