My first wedding gig on the harp lead me to learn two of the most traditionally popular pieces of wedding music of all time. Lapiz lazuli was the color of the sky of the stained glass window next to me in the church. When I was 17 years old, I had been playing the harp for three years, and I had a decade of piano experience. Also, I had been playing pipe organ for mass since the 7th grade, so I had a pretty good understanding of how ceremony worked.
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One Summer’s Day As a Harpist
This is one summer’s day as a harpist. I couldn’t ask for more perfection weather-wise. Blue on blue. Gentle waves and breeze. Seventy degrees. My ferry docks and so begins my work day.
The Arrival
Today’s wedding is in Issaquah at a mansion/estate/farm on a once mellow country road. Now, there are paragliders floating down the blue mountain foothills in the distance. Next to that, is a park and ride, full of RVs and cars, from tourists, commuters, and some probably camping out. The traffic is a non-stop flow of suburban stop and go.
On the drive there, I think to write a theme in B, calling it “Blue Cascade.” But I am looking for my exit, not a melody. Perhaps this will make a nice assignment for myself later.
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