Shawn L. Bird

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Starry night of music October 13, 2010

Whenever someone finishes Grace Awakening and comes to me gushing with kind words, I always ask the reader what her favourite part was.  Just last week I asked and, as usual, the response was, “the concert scene.”  When I ask what readers like about this scene, they often can’t narrow it down.  Some say they love the description of the music.  Some identify that they most strongly sense the connection, love, and longing between Grace and Ben.  Occasionally they wonder about the origins of the scene.  I generally smile cryptically and make some remark about my vivid imagination.  I don’t think they believe me.

All fiction comes from a germ of truth.  It’s manipulated, twisted, mangled and broken apart, but it starts from somewhere real.  So while the concert scene does come from my imagination, it also comes from a very vivid reality.  So here’s a ‘truth behind the fiction’ moment for you.

Once upon a time, when I was Grace’s age, I was head over heels for a boy who was going to be a composer.  While other boys were out playing sports, hanging out finding trouble, or avoiding homework, he was filling his world with music.  Consequently, he was filling my world with music as well, because he shared liberally with all his friends: his comfortable friends from school as well as the obsessed friend of his little sister (a.k.a. me).  We spoke of the day when his music would be played in a concert hall by a full orchestra.  He told me that he had had a dream where I was at his concert sitting the front row cheering.  I was completely sincere as I promised that when that day came I would be there to share the experience.  I could imagine no greater joy. Drifting off to sleep, I would close my eyes and live the moment.  I saw all the details.  I could hear the music yet to be composed and my heart was full of the dream.

As often happens, youthful fantasies remain unfulfilled.  I have never had the pleasure of sitting in a concert hall listening to a live orchestra play his music.  That privilege has gone to others.  However, one day I was visiting  in Vancouver and looking in a tourist brochure for something to do  when my eye was grabbed by a familiar name. I was astonished to see that my old friend’s music was being used as the score for a presentation at the H. R. MacMillan Planetarium.  I walked from the hotel over a bridge and along the shore to the Planetarium to buy my tickets several hours before the performance.  I didn’t want to risk a sell-out.  The lady behind the counter smiled knowingly when I gushed that I was there because the composer was my old friend.   I walked and shopped to kill time, and then returned at the appointed hour, flush with memories that had filled my head as I’d wandered.  I think my eyes were sparkling with the adolescent adoration that marked many of my summers, because the lady seemed amused as she took my ticket and chuckled, “Enjoy the show!”

I settled into my seat  and stared into the artificial heavens with the dozen or so other people in the auditorium while the adventure of space travel unfolded above our heads.  I knew the score well, but in the blackened planetarium, with the surround sound echoing all around, it reached inside me and awoke memories and emotions that had been safely dormant for several years. Melodies and harmonies danced and stretched through my consciousness  and into the distant reaches of space.

When the show was over, I blinked back to an unfamiliar reality.  I waited until the room was almost empty before I stumbled, still lost in the music, to the elevator to join the ticket lady and an older couple .  The wife remarked to her husband, “I didn’t think much of that music, did you?”  The ticket lady grinned at me and said, “I’m guessing you didn’t have any complaints?”  I gave her a wan smile as I shook my head and floated out of the building on the memories and melodies.

And that was the germ of the concert scene.  The power of  music can craft entire worlds, as it does for Grace.  One can’t help wondering where that power comes from, and the pondering of these “What if” scenarios is what leads a writer to construct an imaginary world to answer the question.  Memories are fuel for imagination.

(and here’s the main theme of the program, should you wish to hear it yourself)


6 Responses to “Starry night of music”

  1. Ange McDonald Says:

    Yes Shawn…. the concert scene is one of my favorites in the book. Thank you for bringing me back to the feeling that I had when reading Grace with today’s blog entry. I think part of the magic is that we all had a “special someone” with whom we have created scenarios that we never got to realize. Sure was nice to visit mine today…. thank you.

  2. Amin Bhatia Says:

    Without being too presumptious I’m guessing I was that “someone” since there weren’t a lot of other musicians you knew personally that had their music played at the Planetarium!

    I’m honoured to be a part of the truth in your fiction and I wish you an “Interstellar” success with your book Shawn.

    Now who was that lady in the elevator who didn’t like it!? (LOL)

    Amin Bhatia

    • Shawn Bird Says:

      Welcome to my blog, Amin! You’re right, I didn’t know any other composers whose work was played at the Planetarium. Come to think of it, I don’t know any composers who’ve won Gemini awards, scored movie and TV shows, or generally done any of the things you’ve done in your impressive musical career either… 😉

      Since you’ve identified yourself as the formerly anonymous inspirational composer, I can say that the music played that day was Amin’s first album The Interstellar Suite (1987). It is an amazing work all performed (by Amin) on analog synthesizers. Check it out here: To learn more about Amin’s current projects, visit him at

  3. […] to a composition created just for me by a musician I adored.  (See the blog entitled “Starry Night of Music” for a general sense of it!)  When I find the missing cassette tape,  I promise to post my […]

  4. Shawn Bird Says:

    Here’s a blog entry that features a piece from Amin’s Interstellar Suite, posted on YouTube:

  5. […] Of course, I’ve already explained to you the germ of truth behind the concert scene. […]

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