=woodenheads and pop-tops=
cold Kalijah.....mountain dew
painted spirit.....shasta brew
here and there spring
bubbly few
witness here.....some canned reaction
soul-filled, skillful satisfaction
sound and fury.....heaven's melody
soar sublime.....low-high we climb
fallen angels.....blossoming death
a moment's sigh.....to cry, to fly
this treasured breath
touch the strings.....the master's hand
the heart, the eye.....the years that fly
and turn to sand.....the darkest sky
coldest night and lonely ones
the ears have sight.....and fingers sing
electric trembling trill caress
excite the waves.....the wind's finesse
blow strong and sure.....applause secure
we love you So.....you *cannot know
and never see.....except to feel
the energy flow
= = = = = = = = = =
This (un)poem was inspired by Steve Vai and his performance at The
River Queen Showplace, G3: 28 Sep 1997 (&&&) of "For the Love of God"... This song/performance from the cd |G3 Live in Concert| also nominated for a Grammy (1997).
[[..Thank You, Steve!..]]
The very moment I most want the artist to see and feel my love (for
their art, their playing of the song) is the exact moment the artist
is most focused on the music. It just so happens that musical juncture
is *The *Moment - the Meta-Moment - the one time "I" (as the fan, the
observer, the audience) am lost to the artist - the artist is lost to
all except the music. It's then my job to become One with the music,
that's the Only place to Be, since the artist will NEVER "see" my love
in that moment - the eyes, the mind, the soul, the entire being of the
artist is tuned to the Music and the Performance.
three circles,
...peace...
[[...28 Jan 1998...]]