Once I had another life in America and part of that was the music of Brenda Weiler, a Minnesotan singer. After a 16 hour trip on an Amtrak train from Colorado to Iowa, a friend I was visiting made me listen to some songs from her album "Cold Weather".
I remember the late estate/autumn of that year, walking up the steep street to Snowmass, Colorado, from the bus stop, listening to "Cold Medicin" on my poor little mp3 stick, with the incredible light of an early autumn in the Rocky Mountains: "As I lie here tonight I keep thinking..."
The air was crisp and the leaves of the aspens incredibly golden, the contrast of a yellow that you can never create with colors and the blue of the sky, and to the right of the street, a river went down the valley. At night bears would come out from the mountains to drink and there was a mountain cougar that had actually attacked a woman.
I just found her
website where you can listen to a lot of Brenda's songs. Make sure you listen to "Cold Medicine" and "Out of the blue"...
As I am listening to her songs, it's like a trip back into the past. My time in the US seems a lifetime ago, almost like something that happened before I was actually born. I feel strangely "tuned out" of the American way, which is weird as I once felt so much part of it and I wonder if I have returned to being "totally European" or if it's right what they say, that you always carry some of it with you...
Jay, endlich ist er da, der Frühling! Nachdem es diesmal im April geregnet hat, ist es jetzt alles quietschgrün und knalligpink, -rosa, -weiss, -lila... und es ist waaaaaaaaaaaarm!!
