Saturday Night in Cerritos . . .
. . . a lyric, melodic Bass danced counterpoint to Drums-as-Orchestral-Percussion; as Keyboard-of-Many Colors slipped in then hid; as Guitars dipped the delicacy in Honey.
Above it all, floated the Soul-Surviving Sensibilites of the Soul we’d come here to hear: Gordon Lightfoot,. Counted out by critics, and very nearly Counted-Out along with Big Blue, The Blessing brought him back to us.
Songs of old; songs of new; songs along the June Bug river coursing thru him.
Bittergreen Harmony, People and Rain (of the Rainy Day and Early Morning kind
Pony Man fantasy, Windmill chivalry . . . and Minstrilsy.
Songs of the High Seas; of Schooners and Scrimshaw; of Triangles and Tradewinds; and of an island called Christian and the proud Silver Heels. Restless and Beautiful, at once.
More relaxed than before w/ jests and "do-overs" The smile and the eyes told the tale. Of praises, thanksgiving, of breath and the road. "When I stand on my own sod, it feels so good to be home by God." Tonight he was on his own sod.
Being one who has ridden the same river right along, thru rapids and onward, to Where Peaceful Waters Flow. Thru times when ya’ had to portage your own boat in search of deep water again. From ’65 on thru ’05, from then on thru now: I stood in awe tonight as I did all those nights years ago.
And as always, I listened with eyes closed.
The Rez,
Gord: Thanks for Shadows - I remember.
[ April 25, 2005, 03:35: Message edited by: The Rez ]