Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue is one of my all-time favourite songs. How can you help but love that sweet and tangy clarinet slide all the way up? It is love at first sight. And then that dancing, playful, flirty piano all the way through keeps you rapt; with your chin in your hands, you can’t look away.
I guess you could say I have a crush on Rhapsody in Blue. I shyly admire it from the other side of the room, and talk about it in an impassioned way to my best friends. I notice when it is played by a particularly skillful band the way one would notice when their crush’s hair looks particularly nice.
I once had the opportunity to play Rhapsody in Blue in concert, although I am a French horn player and not one of the most critical components of the piece. It was still a delight, like holding your crush’s hand for the first time, blushingly.
In the field lately, I have been watching the pollinators on flowers of various shades of blue, and humming that song to myself. This must be Nature’s Rhapsody in Blue.