Seasons Of Love
February 23, 2006
When the musical, RENT debuted ten years ago, I was blown back by the evocative music; the score; lyrics; singing; the entire production is gripping. It is arguably one of the best musicals ever.
One song in particular, Seasons Of Love, is often playing on my mind's soundtrack. It is a highy profound and spiritually sound song with the underlining message that life is measured through love and life could take any one of us at any given moment.
It couldn't be any simpler than that. Life is a series of various moments and the moments that stand out are those laced in love. The moments of camaraderie, comfort, laugher, hope, realization, even disappointment are the very moments that build our foundation and our strength. Those same moments are precious -- priceless.
Since it's debut, RENT has won a Pulitzer prize for Drama and the 1996 Tony Award for Best Musical, Best Score and Best Book?
"RENT is the musical hit on Broadway which tells the audience to come celebrate the seasons of love despite all the insurmountable pitfalls of life. This drama is a modern day version of Giacomo Puccini's classic 1896 opera, La Boheme. Dealing with today's controversial issues such as homelessness, AIDS and drug addiction in such a manner as to fill the audience with feelings of hope and compassion. The tale being told is seen through the eyes of a group of New York City East Village artists struggling to survive and find love and hope in today's world."
One thing we can learn from RENT is that love is always in season, so let it bloom!
Book, Music & Lyrics
by Jonathan Larson
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love
Seasons of love Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.
It's time now to sing out, tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!
Measure in love! Measure, measure your life in love
Seasons of love Seasons of love
In diapers, report cards in spoke wheels, speeding tickets
In contracts, dollars in funerals, in births
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you figure a last year on earth?
Figure in love Figure in love Figure in love Measure in love
Seasons of love Seasons of love
4 comments:
Virtually everyone would agree that love is a good thing, but very few can agree what love is. I'm curious what your take on this is, Alexys. How do you define love?
Does it ever involve pain? Self-sacrifice? How can we know that love IS love, and not, say, lust or ego dressed up?
Some people love coffee!
Ariel,
It really depends on what type of love we're talking about? If it is human love, it encompasses a myriad of sights and sounds. As we evolve our needs, reactions, tolerance, emotional stamina and evolutional fortitude change. In the case of two people who love each other or think they love each other, I think every relationship is unique to those individuals. As we change it can be painful, frustrating and seem somewhat bleak, that's when our spiritual motor is kick started; it carries us to the next level, whether it turns into a deeper love for that person or the death of the relationship. Anything worth while takes sacrifice and tremendous labor. Any bed of roses has thorns. You know it IS love when both of you are still standing and the shrapnel can be removed with little pain. Love is growth. Spiritual love is God letting us grow to come home.
Freethinker,
Whatever blows their hair back. Coffee is cool. God is cool too.
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