I have this little fantasy about my future; a boy’s dream about the man he will become, I suppose. You see, I think I’ve reached a point in my life where the concept of adulthood is almost more of a fascination than a fear - I often find myself thinking about the details of my future in a particularly profound and deep way. The one aspect that recurs the most, however, is the idea of fatherhood. It feels strange to be thinking happily about fatherhood at my age, but there was this incident last year where I discovered that children actually can be likeable, and ever since then the idea of being a father has been relatively pleasant.
Anyway, back to this fantasy of mine. Someday in my future, as I sit reclined on the white leather couch in the living room of my hillside-mansion, gazing out at the city lights below me from behind ten-foot-tall windows by the warmth of a marble fireplace, wineglass filled with water and no ice in hand, fluffy purring cat by my side, a boy’s voice will echo out from down the hall.
“Dad?” it says.
I get up from the couch and walk down the hall. I approach the doorway from which the voice came and see my young son awake in his bed, sitting up in the darkness.
“Yes, Xerxes?” I reply. “Can’t sleep again?”
He shakes his head.
“Well, how about I play you a lullaby?”
At that point, I get him out of bed and we both go back into the living room, where we take a seat at the bench of a grand piano. Maybe he’ll think he’s too old for lullabies at this point, but that’s okay. My wife smiles and shakes her head at me (much like you have been doing) from a nearby bedroom doorway because she sees that my time has finally come. I smile at her and then at him, and begin to play the song above.
Call it cheesy or whatever, but I hope that if any part of that fantasy comes true, it’s that I play that song to my kids when I’m older. This is the second song I taught myself on the piano, and it was pretty difficult at that, so this song is a little special for me. The thing I love the most about this song, however, is the images it paints in your head. There are very, very few songs like this for me - where I can just lean back and dream about rain or merry-go-rounds or a child’s head leaning on my shoulder as he drifts off to sleep. It’s like the first song on the sad second-half of the soundtrack to imagination; it just has that ability to make me visualize in all its lovely flow and vibe. That’s what I hope my kids realize when I play this for them: that music is far more than just sound. When they hear this song, I want them to understand just how much music can do, so that they can grow up with the an appreciation for the art that it is.
Oh, and you most likely know the song, but just in case you don’t, it’s called “Comptine d’un autre été - L’après-midi,” from the movie “Amelié.” The name translates to “Nursery rhyme of another summer - afternoon,” but I would rather translate “nursery rhyme” as “lullaby;” you know, just for that extra dramatic bit.
And that’s my fantasy.
I love to read about the kinds of images and stories that various pieces of instrumental music suggest to people. This one’s rather touching! <3