The winter fog lay heavily over Oteha Valley. Audible sounds of traffic trapped beneath its weight attracted my attention. I stepped out onto my upper story balcony wanting to inspect more closely. Bracing against a blast of Auckland damp cold air, I shut the ranch slider door behind me to keep my apartment warm. That is when I heard the click.
I didn’t know ranch slider doors could lock themselves! It was a freak of circumstance that led me to sing the Balcony Blues.
Blues lyrics are associated with misery and oppression. Standing in my bathrobe becoming exposed to public view as the sun burned off its ally to my shame; I was coerced into singing my woes.
A dozen types of emotions were strummed in an electric rhythm reminiscent of Detroit! I sought a way to break back into my own home. Thankfully, it didn’t work.
And that is when it happened—I started to laugh! Raunchy as it may seem, I couldn’t help but see the humour in this Universal Conspiracy.
Of course by now more than an hour has passed. A complete album had been recorded when I felt salvation inside my bathrobe pocket: my IPhone!
Talk about being technologically dependent! I couldn’t put on my bathrobe without slipping my phone inside its pocket? That prompted another round of laughter.
The property manager was contacted and I was rescued within 10 minutes. But I’ll never forget the joy of singing those Balcony Blues!
No matter how far down you go, there is a song to be found. When you find that song, sing it for all its worth! Life’s Music is to be enjoyed no matter where you find yourself—even it is being trapped outside on a balcony.
[The above incident was originally recorded December 7, 2012 while still living in New Zealand.]