One hour.
Set the timer.
Go.
Write.
Set the timer.
Go.
Write.
I hope you don’t get sick of me.
For a special, unique treat this time, hop on over to David’s Facebook page to listen to the B-Side of this post! (B-Side? It’s about music! What can I say?? Note: Clue to topic in that last sentence!)
Let us know what you think! Well, unless you hate it! LOL
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“Ugh! This letter C. It has stopped working.”
“Click… harder click… POUND.”
I think I read somewhere that the letter C is often the first letter that quits on a computer keyboard.
Can that be true??
What is verifiable is that it’s hard to write on a computer without a working letter C. You would be surprised how often that QWERTY key is used - a hard or soft consonant in a remarkable number of words. All meaning can be lost with a jibberish non-message that doesn’t include that third spot in the alphabetic line-up.
Our cat, Boulpaep, scrambles as a frustrated C-less David suddenly blasts the now-capless space on his maimed keyboard with canned air.
Boz Scaggs is quietly playing in the background this morning, a thoughtful touch from my husband of 29 years. He knows of my invite to see Boz tonight at the Capitol Theatre. Just a half-second into that faint-playing Lido Shuffle as I come down the stairs convinces me I need to be there. I HAVE TO BE THERE!
And strangely, it convinces David that he absolutely CANNOT be there!
While Georgia immediately transports me to the hill at Pine Knob in 1979, David is driven down another path he tries to explain to me. But it’s like a foreign language. I don’t understand a word he is saying. And my mind is drifting, honestly, as I still hear in the background lyrics I haven’t heard since high school. I try to hide my smile as I remember when a crowd of friends crammed onto blankets and probably annoyed every single person around us as we stood and sang every single word.
My friend Dawn, who invited me, told me that Boz is 79 years old now. I admit, his age stung a bit but not like finding out that Mick Jagger is 80 - he just had a birthday! Mick Jagger! Come on! My neighbor just went to see Willie Nelson perform at the Soaring Eagle. Well, at 90, she said he didn’t really perform. He sat and spoke the lyrics instead of sang them! Maybe that is still considered performance. Who am I to say?
As I thought about the completely opposite feelings David was trying to describe, I encouraged him to write about where Boz takes him emotionally. Annoyed, he said his C is broke! How can he write?
But I see him over there now on a intact-C laptop. I hope he is click, click, pounding something out - maybe others will understand his thoughts far more than they understand my ramblings of these sweet memories.
But I see him over there now on a intact-C laptop. I hope he is click, click, pounding something out - maybe others will understand his thoughts far more than they understand my ramblings of these sweet memories.
It’s indisputable, right, that music is able to heal the body, mind and soul in ways that even the most powerful medicine cannot? It is able to remove barriers and transport us to different places, spaces and maybe even the heavenlies at a good Sunday morning service. Music helps us lose ourselves, the demands of self-consciousness, and releases our suffering in favor of pure, unadulterated honey-baked reverie. It can
PUMP
US
UP!
Shoot, Dancing Queen can quickly change my mood, my night, my day, my week in its entirety. Music has that kind of power, a force, a way of unifying a body of believers whether they are gathered in a sanctuary or at a sold-out downtown Flint concert venue full of people looking for … hmmm
PUMP
US
UP!
Shoot, Dancing Queen can quickly change my mood, my night, my day, my week in its entirety. Music has that kind of power, a force, a way of unifying a body of believers whether they are gathered in a sanctuary or at a sold-out downtown Flint concert venue full of people looking for … hmmm
looking for …
Well, I suppose I’m looking for stolen moments of sheer joy as Boz replays the past, awakens a forgotten world, and helps my soul travel to a heart-warming place without antagonists. After all, music is the language of the spirit. It opens a secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife and reminding us of all that is right with the world…
I can’t wait!
The music still drifting in from the kitchen speaker syncs with my heart today,
“Look, look what you’ve done to me.
Never thought I’d fall again so easily
Oh love, you wouldn’t lie to me,
Would you?
Leading me to feel this way?”
❤
“Look, look what you’ve done to me.
Never thought I’d fall again so easily
Oh love, you wouldn’t lie to me,
Would you?
Leading me to feel this way?”
❤
Post-Show Note: WOW!! Absolutely the best concert of the summer!
