After an Afternoon
I was thinking about my life and what has made it worth while and I think the single most amazing moment in my life was during my trip home over Christmas break. Not only was I with three of my most favorite people in the world for that week (Jane, Kirst, Ash) but something amazing happened, Andrew Burri.
I was just listening to Jason Mraz after an afternoon and no matter what I will never hear that song and not think of Andy singing it. I remember every detail of that day.
Jane Ash and Babelet were sitting on the couch across from Kirst Andrew and I. After he played a few songs I said "You know, you really remind me of Jason Mraz, and it's not just cause I am obsessed with JMraz (I type this now in my Jmraz "Rock It. Man." shirt) but because everything about him truly reminded me of my musical hero.
I sat on Ashley's couch one leg folded under me and fought back tears as he started playing Jason Mraz after my comment. I couldn't help but mouth every word. "And there's something in the way you laugh it makes me feel, like a child. Aspects of life they confuse me you and your thesis amuse me..." Not only had he started playing Mraz, but one of my favorite songs. This song mind you is not well known, so I knew Andy was a true fan; not only because he knew the song but because he did Mraz justice. Shit, he sounded just like him.
At one point I closed my eyes and felt as though Mraz himself was sitting next to me, serenading me. But when I opened my eyes it was still Andy, but I did not feel disapointment. The way he strumed the guitar, the way he diped his head down to take a breath and moved it side to side while singing this song and putting every emotion into it that it deserved.
I was in shock. It was as though a dream had come true. I felt this love for him, like I had known him for years and years. Slight tears escaped but I didn't want to look like a fool so I held back what I could. But now, thinking about how perfect it was the tears fall onto the keys.
Ashley's picture window looking out over Lake Superior, a Christmas tree slightly obscuring my view. Andy skillfully strumming his sticker stained guitar, and the four of us never looking away from him. Dead silence from all but Andy and the slight crashing of the waves on the lake that could be heard only to a Marquette native ear, the trained ear that always listens for the Lake to talk.
I didn't want it to end. When it did, I felt satisfied but longed for more of his talent. Now all I have is my memory of hearing this song, and the CD Ashley wasn't supposed to burn for me but knew I would be miserable with out.
Although that hole trip home was amazing, I think the girls will agree with me when I say that was simply an amazing moment, one that will always be trapped in time.
I was just listening to Jason Mraz after an afternoon and no matter what I will never hear that song and not think of Andy singing it. I remember every detail of that day.
Jane Ash and Babelet were sitting on the couch across from Kirst Andrew and I. After he played a few songs I said "You know, you really remind me of Jason Mraz, and it's not just cause I am obsessed with JMraz (I type this now in my Jmraz "Rock It. Man." shirt) but because everything about him truly reminded me of my musical hero.
I sat on Ashley's couch one leg folded under me and fought back tears as he started playing Jason Mraz after my comment. I couldn't help but mouth every word. "And there's something in the way you laugh it makes me feel, like a child. Aspects of life they confuse me you and your thesis amuse me..." Not only had he started playing Mraz, but one of my favorite songs. This song mind you is not well known, so I knew Andy was a true fan; not only because he knew the song but because he did Mraz justice. Shit, he sounded just like him.
At one point I closed my eyes and felt as though Mraz himself was sitting next to me, serenading me. But when I opened my eyes it was still Andy, but I did not feel disapointment. The way he strumed the guitar, the way he diped his head down to take a breath and moved it side to side while singing this song and putting every emotion into it that it deserved.
I was in shock. It was as though a dream had come true. I felt this love for him, like I had known him for years and years. Slight tears escaped but I didn't want to look like a fool so I held back what I could. But now, thinking about how perfect it was the tears fall onto the keys.
Ashley's picture window looking out over Lake Superior, a Christmas tree slightly obscuring my view. Andy skillfully strumming his sticker stained guitar, and the four of us never looking away from him. Dead silence from all but Andy and the slight crashing of the waves on the lake that could be heard only to a Marquette native ear, the trained ear that always listens for the Lake to talk.
I didn't want it to end. When it did, I felt satisfied but longed for more of his talent. Now all I have is my memory of hearing this song, and the CD Ashley wasn't supposed to burn for me but knew I would be miserable with out.
Although that hole trip home was amazing, I think the girls will agree with me when I say that was simply an amazing moment, one that will always be trapped in time.