Neil Diamond - September Morn (N. Diamond, G. Bécaud) ~ Erwin Lazaro 056

What a day for a day dream,

What a day for a day dreamin' boy.

And I'm lost in a day dream …

I’m borrowing lyrics from The Lovin’ Spoonful hit: “Daydream”.  You might know the tune!  It’s catchy!  I was a bit of a day dreamer.  I haven’t changed that much.  My mind is always spinning with ideas.  I have piles of randomly placed sticky notes, all stuck to my desk, all around my keyboard, like yellow leaves fallen from a tree, as if I were sitting under the broad branches of a large oak in my yard, within the grass of a cool autumn day.  Ever so often, or frequently, I stop what I’m doing and take a quick glance at one of those yellow leaves, smile, and relive that light bulb moment.  “Oh yeah, I’ve got to get to that … (sigh).”  I’ve had to take ziploc bags and organize my thoughts into categories. I can’t possibly keep all of those random thoughts safely tucked away in my head.  I just don’t work that way.  In fact, the ideas that spring to life are like fleeting thoughts.  As soon as one thought passes through, another thought takes its place.  And, for the life of me, I can never recall the previous thought.  So, I have to write down that thought before it vanishes and my moment of inspiration disappears.  That’s how I started resorting to the sticky notes.  Now, if I could only find the time to develop those thoughts!  Well, I am getting to some of them.  Over the last year, many ideas have revolved around YouTube.  So, here we are, another thought born on a leaf.  It’s a cool winter day, but that doesn’t stop the ideas from dropping from that large oak within my mind.

This week, I’m posting my first of three covers for some nostalgic hits from Neil Diamond.  As I wrote before, I spent many hours in my bedroom, drawing or singing.  Now that I think about it, it seems that I enjoyed making myself suffer when I sang these songs.  I sang them over and over and over again.  I was a teenager and I sang these songs of excessive sentimental yearning, emotions that grew from my overactive imagination, experienced only by what I didn’t know; blissful ignorance.  I was silly.  But, it sure felt real; as real as the sharp pangs that pierced my heart every time I sang them.  “September Morn” is my first Neil Diamond song of choice.  It’s a story of an old romance revisited, whether by chance, or by fate.  Who knows?  The time is here and now.  What will happen?  The song doesn’t go any further.  Instead, I imagine potent feelings that well from an onslaught of fond, and painful, memories; memories that may be best left in the past.  Or, so the song seems to tell me.

Don’t worry, my love.  I’m not revisiting any old
romances.  I just love to sing these songs.

From Wikipedia:
Neil Diamond released the single of “September Morn” (with a new version of “I’m a Believer” on the flip side) on December 22, 1979.  It reached as high as number 2 on the U.S. Adult Contemporary chart and number 17 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100.