Saturday 3 March 2007

Chelsea Morning

Houses are imbued with the layers of meaning that their occupants bring to them, past and present, and every house for me seems to have its own song. When I first stepped in this house, I knew Joni Mitchell's "Chelsea Morning" had to be the first song I heard here. Of course, I couldn't find it amongst all of the stuff that follows you on a move, and we subsequently discovered that it had been lost, and so other songs have been heard here since (most often the Raconteurs "Steady as She Goes": Safiya's most favourite song in the whole wide world), but it's been waiting, patiently, expectantly.

This evening there's some bright and sunshine music playing in around the window ledges and chairs...I think the house is smiling.

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