Today's posting started as a quick e-mail to a friend, recounting my weekend, but somehow it developed a life of its own, and Voilà!
A few days ago, contemplating a trip to Nashville, I googled Grand Ole Opry. Well, ticket prices, starting at 195 US dollars, sure dampened my interest!
But then, last Sunday, Universe proved, once again, that it works in mysterious ways!
As part of my "keep busy productively" program, I had bought a ticket to a country music concert. With all my enthusiasm for hillbilly tunes, the last thing I expected was to be transported to Natural High Zone, where, as much as you feel your existence with utmost intensity, you don't really exist anymore. Seated at a small round table, surrounded by five strangers in their eighties, I felt my emotions climb up all the way from my gut to my eyes, not because I was sad or happy, but simply because I was capable of feeling. I was capable of letting the music, the lyrics, the voices touch me.
Although I'm neither christian, nor romantically involved, I keep humming the following two lines from two different songs, over and over:
If you are just making memories, you'll have to wait your turn, ...cause I've got memories to burn. (Memories to Burn)
... but now that I know that I've needed you so, help me Jesus, my soul's in your hand. (Why Me Lord?)
No need to sigh after Grand Ole Opry! The Sweet Water Band, in the heart of downtown Cobourg, will do just fine!
Of course I ran out this morning, and bought a ticket for the December performance. I believe I've developed a Crazy Crush on Dusty King Jr.! Strangely enough, he didn't sing either of those two songs!
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