"I got a new suit of clothes a pretty red rose/And a woman I can call my friend"
Why? Why music? Why the listening? Why the need to discuss it? To share it? This is something I've spent many hours thinking about, as the source of the impetus has always been hidden. What's true is that I can no more stop listening than give up on breathing. As I've gotten older though, just a little bit of the mystery has revealed itself, and it has to do with love. Specifically, the need to love, be loved, and to share what feels important.
Celebrity chef Emeril Lagasse is fond of saying that food is love. I can't dispute that, but I can add to it: music is love, too. While the discovery of new music has it's charms, that experience fades when compared to the warm joy of the shared experience. There's a woman in my life who I can call my friend and she'll confirm this statement.
"We said we'd walk together baby come what may/That come the twilight should we lose our way/If as we're walking a hand should slip free/I'll wait for you/And should I fall behind/Wait for me"
Of course, we can't spend our entire lives sitting in the listening chair. The rest of the world awaits us and, if we're lucky, there'll be people to share it with. Treat them right and the bonds that form will serve as buffers against the difficulties that are sure to follow. It's such a simple concept, and yet I'm often amazed at the lack of respect and dignity missing from human relations. In my darker moments, I fear that small-mindedness and abject ignorance have pushed hope and faith across the border for good.
"Well now on a summer night in a dusky room/Come a little piece of the Lord's undying light/Crying like he swallowed the fiery moon/In his mother's arms it was all the beauty I could take"