Favorites:
Is it possible that the songs we call our favorites are the songs that touch a moment in our lives that no one elsen knows.
In the South they say, "You been readin' my mail."
How marvelous; how wonderful, when one man can read so much of my mail for so many moons - and yours. And yet write out of his own need, which may or may not line up w/ our "mail."
Such is art and love: Gord, Van Gogh, Twyla Tharpe, Jane Goodall, Michelangelo, Poor Richard, Rick's Bass glide on Big Blue that paints the most acurate picture of leviatan to shiver my imagination, The Girl w/ The Pearl Earing, The Thinker, Wuthering Heigts while falling in love w/ Emily Bronte 200 yrs gone - The Road, Holden Caulfield, Tom Joad - and . . .
did I mention Gord?
Tonite I'm joinin a certain reverie: The Last Time I Saw Her Face.
The Rez,
. . . may the songs of all the Angels sing with in your soul
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