{"id":142,"date":"2015-10-01T16:43:47","date_gmt":"2015-10-01T16:43:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/?p=142"},"modified":"2026-04-06T18:08:31","modified_gmt":"2026-04-06T18:08:31","slug":"head-radio","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/?p=142","title":{"rendered":"Head Radio"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n

This poem is about the joy of music and the way it connects to our lives in a personal way. A song can just take hold of us and make everything else go away. Our poet, Sue was a brilliant musician who always lived with a song on her lips and a beat in her step.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

The Picture<\/strong><\/p>\n

I worked to create a mood of joy and rhythm in this picture, much the same way a favourite song can take over our feelings and lift our spirits.<\/p>\n

\"Albums\"<\/p>\n

Head Radio<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kinship with strangers<\/p>\n

late at night<\/p>\n

starting to feel whole again<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0no explaining the feeling<\/p>\n

thinking about old love<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Got high today<\/p>\n

listening to Neil Young<\/p>\n

he says just \u201cwalk on\u201d<\/p>\n

but<\/p>\n

\u201csooner or later it all gets real\u201d<\/p>\n

too real<\/p>\n

sometimes.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Smoke a little more red<\/p>\n

that\u2019s been going around<\/p>\n

Then, later on<\/p>\n

encouragement<\/p>\n

pours from a large black box<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I got from a new friend<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

All<\/p>\n

Led Zeppelins<\/p>\n

Rise with the heat<\/p>\n

And<\/p>\n

\u201cMy time is gonna come\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

death or prosperity\u2026<\/p>\n

no one serves two masters<\/p>\n

and you got to serve somebody<\/p>\n

So<\/p>\n

When old DJ\u2019s die<\/p>\n

where do they<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 go?<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

By: Sue Michaud<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n

\"\"<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

“Sounds of Music” By: Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Poem This poem is about the joy of music and the way it connects to our lives in a personal way. A song can just take hold of us and make everything else go away. Our poet, Sue was a brilliant musician who always lived with a song on her lips and a beat […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=142"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":333,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142\/revisions\/333"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}