Lifted

January 7, 2013 § 29 Comments

I have tried to write of this before and backed off.  I just don’t have the words.  But tonight I must try.

Dimly lit room, warm against the black and cold night outside.  The house is still.  I sit in solitude and listen.  Time stops.

I’ve heard this music a thousand times, returning to it again and again.  My refuge, my sanctuary.  Redemptive. Elusive.  Rapturous.  As beautiful as the blue sky of day.

More than a half century ago, Miles Davis summoned Bill Evans, John Coltrane, Cannonball Adderly, Jimmy Cobb, and Paul Chambers to the studio and they made this magic.  And here I am, for the thousandth time, taken away by the absolute artistry of it all.  Lifted up and away.

If ever I am lost, and I need to get home, I come here and listen- and give thanks for the courage of those artists and for all who came before and after. Those who give us in their artistic creation the understanding that beauty and truth do exist.

They bring me home.  As they have done tonight.

 

 

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