falling slowly, sing your melody…i’ll sing along
May 22, 2010
glen hansard, on the stage, with a guitar. forget mrs. peacock and colonel mustard–this guy is KILLER. seeing him live was the most wonderful experience in my musical life to date. it may be rivaled later…i have many a year left to live and many a concert to witness…but for tonight, for this lovely little moment, glen hansard is my ain true love…musically speaking, of course :o)
now, for the full story, you probably just need to make it a point to run into me. i am far too tired to detail the whole event in this blog (awesome as it was) but i would be perfectly obliged to tell you the entire joy of it in person. i will tell you that i arrived at the concert thinking i would have to spend the show on the lawn…which i had accepted. but in a wondrous turn of events, in seconds really, i found myself sitting with about a hundred other people directly in front of the stage, less than ten feet from glen, marketa, and the whole rest of the band. it was glorious. absolutely the best thing that could have happened.
the second best thing was becca tapping on my shoulder and tossing me the camera…which has video capability, and makes every one of us a winner. so, enjoy the clips. and enjoy knowing that somewhere in the world, right now, glen hansard is strumming a ragged out acoustic…and the sweet marketa is humming nearby…and the world is looking itself once over, thinking we are all going to make it. there is nothing that can touch this night.
…did i just end on a poem? hmmm, i certainly hope so…otherwise, why let our hearts hear lonely music?
now watch this:
or this:
oh, and DEFINITELY this:
