I am still quivering from him this morning.....
This is why I love music.
This is why I love lyrics.
This is why I believe life is just a song......
and that the poets and the songwriters and the players in the band are the heroes of every generation.
If you do nothing else this weekend--try to catch this documentary. PLEASE check your local listings. I promise you.....it will take you to places you need to go.
Last night, I had one of those unexpected, amazing experiences that reminded me why I truly---in the deepest places of my soul--believe that music has the power to transform us all. An experience so splendid in it's simplicity that using words to describe it feels impure.
And, where did this all happen?
On the couch.
Yes, huddled under the faux fur red blanket....I spent 90 glorious minutes.
Moments of sheer joy.
My world stood still.
My universe rocked.
I was 19 again.
The world of work and laundry and doing dishes is not my life.
It's June, 1978, Carmen and I are sitting on the hood of his red Camaro, in Rich Kaufman's garage, listening to......Darkness on The Edge of Town...
I am holding the album cover in my hands.
I was in love. With so much.
Oh, dad....did you say you wanted breakfast?
I am still in a world where I feel the music and believe in the story.
Yes, your coffee is ready, dad.
I believe in the power of rock and roll.
And, I want you to feel the way I do......
May the joy be yours.....
Happy Saturday from my Promisedland to yours.....