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The blue doors – George Harrison’s “My Sweet Lord”

One day I went for a stroll in Soho and got into a side path called St Anne’s Court in London. It’s a connection between Dean Street and Wardour Street filled with sandwich shops, bars, cafes, a bakery, a hair dresser, a DIY store. Flowers were hanging from lamp posts and soft lights fell onto the usually busy crowds. In front of a big blue door a small crowd was gathering. I overheard a guy saying something about the first four track machine in the UK and the Beatles having recorded there. He also mentioned a list hung up into the door window so people can see who else recorded there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The next time I had a chance I looked at the list. The Beatles recorded there Hey Jude, The Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers, David Bowie The Space Oddity, Lou Reed Take a Look at the Wild Side, Elton John Saturday’s Night Alright, Carly Simon You’re So Vain and Queen The Bohemian Rhapsody. When you look up The Trident Studios  you will find out that many more artists recorded there. It was one of the most vibrant recording studios in the late 60ies and early 70ies in the UK. There must be something special about a music studio that facilitated the recording of so many wonderful artists and songs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The one song on the list that moved me the most was George Harrison’s “My Sweet Lord” recorded in January 1970. I had the melody immediately on my mind as I walked on. “My sweet Lord … my sweet Lord”. I remembered when I heard the song as a child the first time on the radio. We were all in the car coming home from a family weekend break. I always loved listening to the radio on journeys with my eyes wandering over the passing landscape. There is so much movement in “My Sweet Lord”. The rhythm of the acoustic guitars are uplifting and George Harrison sings wonderfully as he takes you onto a journey to God: “Oh Lord, I want to feel you”. The choir sets in “Halleluja”, voices like angels. “Halleluja”. Soon it interchanges with “Hare Krishna”. Peace is something you can feel anywhere on the world no matter in what settings you were born.

At home I listened to the song again. I felt deep serenity and gratitude. This is what music can do.

 

 

Pipes in Portree

Portree on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. This is how music connects you. There are mesmerising pipes chanting in the air played by a group of young musicians who are standing next to an old church. They are practicing for what I assume is going to be a march later on. On the short side road a few tourists like me witness the scene. On a small square, other musicians gather and prepare their pipes, drums and flutes. Local people in all ages wear traditional kilts and costumes. Some people chat, some make jokes, some just listen. The sound is so clear as is the air blowing from the sea. The bagpipes are droning and the trees appear to bend slowly to the endless, ancient sounds. Down the road, there are some houses painted in soft colours such as pink, purple, orange, blue and green. They seem to reflect the island’s mystical lights you find during the late nights in the summer. When the sun is up so long as it is now, twilight seems to stand still. The music carries on whilst I look up to the blue sky. I see the blue yonder. The blue yonder is not beyond, it is here. Words in my mind fade away. I feel pure joy when listening to this music. The air is filled with bliss, and the bliss remains when the music stops and silence sets in.