An expired account, or rather, good-bye.
On New Year's Eve, Jeanette and I listened to Kris Delmhorst open for Dar Williams. The Calvin Theatre in Northampton, MA was filled to capacity, and we sat near the front, five rows from center stage.
What struck me, besides the wonderful performances by Delmhorst and Dar, was the jovial kindness of the audience. For example, before the show began, a young man led his girlfriend to the very front row. It was obvious, from the woman's reaction, that she had no idea where their seats were, and when they sat down, she lavished the young gentleman with hugs, kisses, and laughing smiles. Those sitting in the area, who happened to witness the interactions of the couple, gasped and smiled, oohed and aaahed, happy in the presence of such mirth.
As the concert progressed, the audience's good cheer kept and blossomed when Dar's young son, clad in feeted-pajamas, ran out onto the stage during her encore, as an "accoutrement" to her newly donned red, slinky dress. Although he was shy at first, he soon warmed up and led a sing-along with the audience through "Bah, Bah, Black Sheep" and "Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star".
The warmth was divine. If there is such a thing as god, it existed there, that night, in those nursery songs, I think.
Somewhere around the time of the concert, my paid account on livejournal, that I purchased at the New Year of 2006, expired, and in my travels since, I have wondered if I would renew this account. It's not a question of money, but rather, a decision to be made about who I am and where I'm going.
This livejournal, affectionately called words_become_me, has served a great need in my life. I have written through exploding hearts and broken hearts, various agues, mysterious or otherwise, and the death of my father.
Furthermore, I have met people through these pages from whom I hope never to be too far separated.
With all this written, I am drawn back to the concert, to Delmhorst forgetting the first word of a song and to Dar's son on her hip, shy and brave at once, and I am reminded that beginnings come and go; that there are different generations of self and talent.
So, yes, this is my conclusion here.
I am keeping the account open, so that I may read my friends' entries, but I move from this vessel to another, ready...
I wish everyone a warm and joyous New Year.
Thank you, all.
What struck me, besides the wonderful performances by Delmhorst and Dar, was the jovial kindness of the audience. For example, before the show began, a young man led his girlfriend to the very front row. It was obvious, from the woman's reaction, that she had no idea where their seats were, and when they sat down, she lavished the young gentleman with hugs, kisses, and laughing smiles. Those sitting in the area, who happened to witness the interactions of the couple, gasped and smiled, oohed and aaahed, happy in the presence of such mirth.
As the concert progressed, the audience's good cheer kept and blossomed when Dar's young son, clad in feeted-pajamas, ran out onto the stage during her encore, as an "accoutrement" to her newly donned red, slinky dress. Although he was shy at first, he soon warmed up and led a sing-along with the audience through "Bah, Bah, Black Sheep" and "Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star".
The warmth was divine. If there is such a thing as god, it existed there, that night, in those nursery songs, I think.
Somewhere around the time of the concert, my paid account on livejournal, that I purchased at the New Year of 2006, expired, and in my travels since, I have wondered if I would renew this account. It's not a question of money, but rather, a decision to be made about who I am and where I'm going.
This livejournal, affectionately called words_become_me, has served a great need in my life. I have written through exploding hearts and broken hearts, various agues, mysterious or otherwise, and the death of my father.
Furthermore, I have met people through these pages from whom I hope never to be too far separated.
With all this written, I am drawn back to the concert, to Delmhorst forgetting the first word of a song and to Dar's son on her hip, shy and brave at once, and I am reminded that beginnings come and go; that there are different generations of self and talent.
So, yes, this is my conclusion here.
I am keeping the account open, so that I may read my friends' entries, but I move from this vessel to another, ready...
I wish everyone a warm and joyous New Year.
Thank you, all.