Music That Changed My Life.

It is difficult to believe that this one song changed my life. Believe me, it did. I have given a version where there is Satchmo’s trumpet takes the center stage, but the lyrics for the song is what changed my life.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Long way from my home
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Oh, sometimes I wish I could fly
Fly like a bird up in the sky
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Closer to my home

Motherless children have a hard time
Motherless children have-a such a hard time
Motherless children have such a really hard time
A long way from home

Sometimes I feel like freedom is near
Sometimes I feel like freedom is here
Sometimes I feel like freedom is so near
But we’re so far from home.

Now for how that song changed my life. This was way back in 1968 when I was dating Urmeela who subsequently became my wife. I used to go to her home in the evenings whenever I was in town, free from my touring responsibilities and we would inevitably end up having a sing song session with some other friends and her brothers joining in. Urmeela herself could play the piano but since we would be sitting out in the courtyard, she would not participate but would enjoy the sessions.

At that time, this song was one of those songs that simply would not go from my thoughts. I now understand that it is a form of tinnitus, a condition that affects one in ten of us. But while tinnitus is usually a buzzing, ringing or whistling sound in the ear, without any obvious source, in some people it could take the form of phantom music. I go through such periods even now and there is a particular tune that has bugging me the last week or so which will not go away.

To come back to my story, my late mother in law was very fond of this song and would ask me to sing this without fail and so it became my signature song as it were.

A lot of water flowed down the Musi before I discovered that the song changed my life for ever.

When Urmeela and I decided to get married the matter was discussed in a family gathering at her place when my mother in law gave her approval for the idea by saying in excellent Hyderabadi Telugu, that I was a good choice because I could sing well and particularly that song about being a motherless child.

The rest is history.

After all these years however, it has become a fact rather than just feeling sometimes like a motherless child, I am one now and so is Urmeela’s son. He became one four years ago today, as I write this post for scheduling it for the coming Friday.

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18 thoughts on “Music That Changed My Life.”

  1. My dear Ramana, it’s “only” four years since Urmeela died? Even if it were fifty – some people stay with us and will be missed forever. As is one of my two mothers, my grandmother. Possibly why, chiming with the above lines, the only shadow cast over my own motherhood is the thought that – in the natural flow of things – one day I will not be around to be there for my son should he need me in moments of sorrow. All I can hope, as his mother, that there will be other people who truly care for him. When my maternal grandfather died his last word was: “MAMA!”. It is open to interpretation whether he meant his own mother or his wonderful wife who was ‘Mama’ to their many children and me.

    Back to practicalities: I don’t know much about Tinnitus, Ramana..What you describe sounds more like what I call ‘an earworm’ – a tune that will not for the life of you leave you alone. Till it gets bored and turns to torturing someone else. Other pieces when played, and as you say, will evoke a memory, sometimes a joyful one, sometimes resulting in a heavy heart.

    Now, where is the off switch?

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  2. This is a tender, touching story Rummy. The pain of your loss will probably never leave, you just learn to go from one day to the next.

    I have had tinnitus for more than twenty years and it drives me crazy. Much more than a song stuck in my head.
    blessings ~ maxi
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  3. I so love hearing the stories about your life rummy. it makes you real.
    our taste in music is so similar. I adore satchmo. his soul and his trumpet both.
    I also did not know it’s only been four years since you lost your urmeela.
    I have been a motherless child since I was 26. or anybody’s child I guess you’d say, since our dad died when I was 17 and the marine 14.
    strange to think of being an adult orphan. but this song brings it home!
    hugs rummy. hugs on this ~ urmeela’s last day ~ to you. dear man.
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  4. Earworms are what I get sometimes, Ramana, sometimes late at night and an old opera aria will cling to the inside of my skull ๐Ÿ™‚

    Lovely post. I miss my mother every day.

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  5. An intriguing story. I can’t say that any particular bit of music has changed my life, but music as a whole has a profound effect on me, and always lifts my spirits when I’m feeling a bit glum.
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