So I'm at this concert today for Brian Blade, and it's me, my brother, my dad, and we're all on lawn chairs, after having eaten food from the cool little shops that open just for the Jazz Festival every year in Confederation Park. The music was slow paced... so unlike the Blade I'm used to listening to. He's usually all over the place, yet in this amazing harmony with everyone else. But he was quiet today... and it felt almost spiritual to listen to him. And you know, he still had that look on his face, like he was in absolute rapture while playing. I wish I knew what he felt and what he sees when he plays, the kind of feelings that seem to overwhelm him so utterly that he can't help but smile that way. It inspired me, to the point where I typed out a quick, dirty, and amazingly museful reply for my new girl, Reku, who I met last night, and put it up. In 30 minutes. 1,504 words! I'm getting good there, haha. Listening to Eternal Morning's soundtrack, and I can't get over Tablo's creativity. I'm moved. Elated. And filled with this sense of amazement. I can't believe music stopped doing that for me. I'm happy that I found it again.
It's a wonderful feeling.
