Saturday, June 13, 2015

It Won't Light

Oh, the beautiful things that I see. The colors, the swirls. And the music that I hear! It's always there. Sometimes I go for long stretches without listening. Yesterday I played Moondog's wonderful "Paris" on the radio and the reaction stunned me. Some beauty transcends all boundaries. 

It must have been 1970. Harry and I were exploring Manhattan in the way that hillbillies do. There, in the middle of a busy intersection, stood a blind street musician in viking garb with long, flowing silver hair. He was singing, chanting and playing assorted pipes and drums.

I had never heard of Moondog. I'll never forget him.

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