He is a dream in every sense of the word. For me, there was a completely organic sort of beauty in his presence and performance--draped in raw simplicity and a gorgeous, gutting air of melancholy. I sat, shoes slipped to the ground unnoticed, glass of wine in fingers, curled against Meg...and I think that we both experienced a temporary transformation of sorts. I resisted the urge to leave at times, so great was the depth to which emotion was startled and stirred inside of me. If you are wondering, I did not leave. I remained there, inside of the stunning darkness/lightness of it all...and eventually I felt myself ceasing to resist it...leaving the fear of what I might feel in a shroud of abandonment. I moved into into...fell into it, flowed into it...and found myself free.
So for that, Jose Gonzalez, I thank you.
Merci beaucoups also to Madge and to Laurennnn...down the chain of how that ticket came into my posession...
Experience: disarming, yes...but in a very necessary way. And there is goodness in that.
"I am the silence that is incomprehensible and the idea whose remembrance is frequent." (--unknown)
I am melting away for a pair of weeks.
Open mind and open heart...
rb
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