Lines of Inspiration
“A word that’s soft and gentle makes it easier
to bear…”
While
contemplating the upcoming A to Z challenge, a myriad of inspirational sources
came to mind; the heady smell of fresh-cut
grass, the waving sigh of a windswept forest, the startling cold spray of white
water rapids, or midnight tides that smooth
a trampled beach. I didn’t know how I could choose… so I gave up and turned up
the radio – and there it was. Music! Whether richly melodic or downright caustic, the sound of music does indeed
inspire. And I’m a nut about lyrics! I actually cringe when someone gets the lyrics wrong, though even I can’t always tell what the singer is saying. But it seems there’s
always that one line that tugs my mind off to where all good memoirs, books, poems, and blogs are born. And because I feel the same way about memorable maxims, I may just throw in a few of
those as well, as I participate in this year’s April – A to Z – Challenge!
Songwriter
Spotlight: Harry M. Woods
After a
childhood piano recital, his sister once said “You’d think he had twenty
fingers,” which was striking, considering Harry Woods was born with only five. Undeterred,
Harry became adept at working harmony with his left wrist, as his perfectly
good right hand strummed the melodies of his own agreeably upbeat compositions
in recitals which supported him through college (Harvard). Harry cultivated his
lyricist leanings while farming in Cape Cod before he was drafted during WWI.
Not long after his return (New York City), he became a highly notable piano-playing
songwriter on Tin Pan
Alley, penning such enduring songs as “I’m Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover”
and “When the Red, Red Robin…”, made
all the more famous by the voice of Al Jolson.
In contrast to his cheerful songs, Harry was also known for a tendency to engage
in barroom brawls. As police led him
away after one such incident, a woman reportedly whispered
“Who is that horrible man?” to which Harry’s friend replied “Oh, that’s Harry
Woods. He wrote ‘Try a Little Tenderness’”.
Sometime in the
mid-forties, Harry retired from Tin Pan Alley life and settled in Glendale,
Arizona for a good thirty years before being struck by a car, right
outside his home.
Are you easily inspired? What
inspires you most? Had you heard of Harry Woods?