Wether it is sacred or profane, light or committed, music accompanies many seasons in the life of each of us. Generally speaking, each season has its own music, singer-songwriter or group of reference, and somehow the taste and colour of certain intense memories inevitably lead to a tune or piece of music, and vice versa. From parish songs to accompanying a guitar with friends, from committed singer-songwriters to summer hits, musical genres reflect the diversity not only of the stages of a life but also, and here we should stop and think, the pieces that make up the varied mosaic of personal identity. I believe that rereading or sharing a musical journey represents a way of accessing anything but superficial layers of memory, and therefore of the history and identity of each of us.
I find this perspective to be true above all for my personal experience and sensitivity. In these first months of community life, I have often told my companions pieces of my story in more or less informal contexts, in the most important sharing sessions or simply at the table during meals. More than once I happened, or rather unconsciously chose, to pull out a song and quote a few lines or even reproduce the tune. What for some might seem a narrative device, for me was a real moment of revelation: that piece of music was, is and perhaps always will be a piece of me. How can I forget the songs by Guccini, whom I loved so much in high school? Or Sequeri’s songs that I listened to as a child in the parish? If I think about the last few years, an unsuspected ‘rock soul’ comes out (for those who don’t know me): from Led Zeppelin to Coldplay, passing through Pearl Jam.
In short, all this musical variety reflects the variety of the mosaic that I feel I am today, as a ‘historical’ path and above all as a personality. I like to think that behind this variety there is the Lord with his creativity, the true Author who creates and re-creates at every step. Just as in the experience of the people of Israel who in the memory of a relationship find the truth of what they are and what they can still be, even in the time of exile: “a song in the night returns to my heart,/ I meditate and my spirit is questioned” (Ps 77:6).
2021-03-10 Christian Lefta – first year novice