Solitary Song— At the Principle Gallery, Alexandria, VA
“And what, you ask, does writing teach us?
First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation.
So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.”
― Ray Bradbury, The October Country
Sunday morning and it’s still dark here as I write.
A cool and sleepy autumn morning in October.
The perils of the world seem far removed on such a morning. It’s a welcome respite, this time each morning when I devote a small bit of my day to music and words and art.
Maybe that is the revitalization that Ray Bradbury refers to in the passage above. It certainly lends a small sense of purpose, maybe one that allows me to pay back Life for its given gift.
I don’t know. Maybe.
Anyway, I’ve been sitting here for a while listening to music and now the clouded light is starting to filter in through the trees around the studio. It’s time to take this bit of regained vitality and face the world again. Here’s a song, a favorite from Neil Young that I thought I had played recently but discovered that it has been eight years since it last played here.
Time creeps away, don’t it?
Here’s Neil and his Harvest Moon from a performance from some time back at the venerable Ryman Auditorium in Nashville. Good stuff.
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