pickup truck conversations.
...so we look to you
no one else will do...
- look to you, hillsongs unitedi spent a few moments of friday night at the back of jules' pick up truck with carlo. it was an immortal moment. like many of the moments we've had before at the petron roofdeck we talked about life and music and how the melodies we play keep us flying. i missed him. a lot. i can't imagine it's been more than a year since i started jamming with him at the youth praise ministry. there's a different kind of electricity that happens when we jam together. it's like our souls know the melodies we play by heart and to me, it's always a blesse d moment.
running through lines of the new hillsongs united album and how each cadence built heavily into a refrain that gave us goosebumps. strumming fingers in the air as we play the song in our minds. songs are hearts new too well. i've never connected with any other musician as i connect with carlo. it's amazing. there's nothing like talking to someone who can clearly articulate and resonate the meaning of music with you. how each line tugs at your gut. how each solo riff lifts you high.
our short conversation at the back of the pick-up truck grounded me back to the meaning of of christmas. i don't know exactly what it was about music-talk but it was the feeling of coming home. i suppose i'll always come home to music and the reality of how music changed and keeps on changing my life. talking about music with carlo at the back of a pick up truck on the way to the gasoline station to buy plastic forks and spoons for the youth christmas party made me feel like coming home.