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Mary Win’s Golden Harp and
My Everyday Soundtrack |
Chick Picks
October 18, 2009 |
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A thought I love to dwell on is that life should be equipped with an omnipresent music player with a personal playlist for each individual. Whenever something significant would happen, this virtual music player should automatically play the song that most befits the moment.
My daydreams made me come up with my own soundtrack. So when I encountered Mary Win and heard her music, I instantly knew that she was sent to fulfill my wish.
Her life story is like something out of the storybooks. This unique Burmese-American born in Thailand easily stands out among a sea of conventional singers and songwriters. I imagine that her best friends in the world are her pen and guitar. Her somber yet uplifting melodies sound like an angel playing her golden harp.
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When I heard her songs, I felt an instant connection. She was like a long-lost soul sister who had gone through a similar plight even as we traversed separate paths. Through her music, I couldn’t help but look back and think about the best ‘New Year’ I had. The ‘Diamond Jim Lane’ I crossed at one point. And the time when there was no choice but to ‘Just Fall Back’. Deep inside, I know there was an ‘Iggy’ whom I don’t regret bidding farewell to or that there’s someone who’ll always be my ‘Cranberry’.
Her music is personal and universal at the same time. Undeniably, it must have gone through the same process of metamorphosis as everyone else’s. It is born from experience and nurtured by emotion, ultimately finding its form in poetry. You know that her words embody a certain person or occasion in her life. It’s her own pain, her own crossroads, her own ‘Snowdrifts’. Yet at the same time, it can embrace everyone as it dwells on metaphors that are both rare yet lucid. Thus, they too, become your own.
Listening to her songs was like having a conversation with my girl best friend, who knows and understands my feelings even before I express them, who can finish my sentences when I am at a loss for words, and beautifully strings them together into an invisible chain that we wear as a friendship band. |
I don’t revel in the thought that I may share the same life soundtrack with someone. But if my life’s play list would be completed one day, Mary Win’s songs would most probably take up a good chunk. I’d still like to think that maybe, at exactly the same time those events happened in my life, Mary Win was somewhere strumming her guitar and singing those songs - as ambient background music for the show that is my own life.
Rating: 4/5
- Carla manio
Link: http://www.marywinmusic.com
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