Susan Enan song on "Bones" tv show

It seems I am one of many web-ones/we-Bones who discovered singer-songwriter Susan Enan by way of the excellent Fox tv show BONES Wednesday night. The ending of the episode quite fittingly featured Enan's sad-lovely song, "Bring on the Wonder". Like many others, I Googled the lyrics of the chorus & got only one return--the interesting blog of Susan Enan's friend, one Bananie, titled associated in random thought (www.bananie.com). There I found a quickly growing set of comments from the many people who had also Googled as I did & found only the one result. Obliging Bananie promptly posted a second comment about the song, directing the curious to Enan's myspace page, www.myspace.com/susanenan where an embedded player offers both that song & another. I ardently recommend a visit thereto.

Entirely without permission, I quote the entire song:

Bring on the Wonder (written by Susan Enan) (I presume)

I can't see the stars anymore living here
Let's go to the hills where the outlines are clear
Bring on the wonder, bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

I fell through cracks at the end of our street
Let's go to the beach, get the sand through our feet
Bring on the wonder, bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

Bring on the wonder, we got it all wrong
We pushed you down deep in our souls for too long

I dont have the time for a drink from the cup
Let's rest for awhile till our souls catch us up
Bring on the wonder, bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

Bring on the wonder, we got it all wrong
We pushed you down deep in our souls, so hang on
Bring on the wonder, bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

Don Vappie, "American Creole" New Orleans Musician

This link will take you to the Louisiana Public Broadcasting web page about a wonderful documentary I watched on PBS last night, American Creole: New Orleans Reunion, about the efforts of Don Vappie, N'Awlins banjo specialist & all-around musician (from a family boasting professional musicians for the past century!) to regroup his Creole Dixieland jazz band, The Creole Jazz Serenaders, as well as his life, after Hurricane Katrina. (I know the feeling.)

The film contains feel-good music, sobering & uplifting emotions, & fascinating glimpses into the cultural & racial fabric of America's unique city. The comments of Vappie's family & friends regarding their mixed ethnicities should inspire all us Americans to think long & hard before we spout off any supposed certainties on race & color. To quote the above-mentioned web page:

While Don was displaced by Katrina for only a month, more than half of his eight sidemen saw their houses destroyed. All were forced to evacuate to distant cities. Don scrambles to keep his band alive by taking what gigs he can. On the road, Don wonders if he would be better off living somewhere else, like New York. But can he really leave New Orleans, his home? Don’s questions lead him to friends, mentors, and fellow musicians, each affected by Katrina in his or her own way. They offer views on what it means to be from New Orleans and what it means to be a Creole of Color, a racial and cultural mix of African-American, French, Spanish, and Native American ancestry, with a rich history in Louisiana. With even his family members unable to agree, the answers he finds are as varied as the cultures that make up his heritage.

As a musician, my own favorite moment from the documentary has to be the joke-riddle that Don tells about his instrument:

Q.--What's the difference between an Uzi & a banjo?
A.--An Uzi only repeats 40 times.