How does a life-long people-phobic introvert become an unofficial greeter?
When did I walk into the light world away from the gray, unaware?
Still, sometimes my heart cries and tears moisten my eyes. Can’t be helped.
But they end.
It takes a simple smile, returned.
Light blue and bright green,
two colors of the rainbow
Well, just when you think it won’t get better, it does. Pledge week (month, it seems) is still going on, and tonight they gave us the Leonard Cohen Tower of Song, a tribute to Leonard to commemorate his death in 2016. I had forgotten about Cohen for a long time, until in a previous pledge drive, they showed his Live in Dublin concert. So I fell in love again and bought the CD. One of my favorite songs was Hallelujah, which he performed beautifully.
However. Tonight, K D Lang performed the song. And while various other performers gave stellar performances (Sting did Dance Me to the End of Love wonderfully, Adam Cohen and others also), Lang was absolutely out of this world. She put her whole entire being into it, and I am still crying. I did not think I would be able to see/hear it again. But, I went online (isn’t the internet wonderful?) and found that her performance is available on You Tube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paXBGRntIdM). I recommend it, even to those of you who did not care greatly for the song. Truly spectacular.
Still waiting for Black and White Night, though (it doesn’t make me cry).
Leaves flutter in a
light breeze, but when branches break
the old tree shudders.
A sunny morning
not too hot and not too cool–
perfect car wash day.
So PBS is in the midst of yet another pledge week (why doesn’t everyone just send a check once a year or more, like I do?), during which my favorite shows are replaced by various other things that generally are of little interest to me. However. Last night was a doozie, for which I forgive PBS for several pledge weeks. Last night was a back-to-back journey into wonderfulness. I watched and listened to, first, the Highwaymen, and then with hardly a break, Fleetwood Mac. Heaven, surely. If they had added Roy Orbison’s Black and White Night, I would have forgiven PBS the world. As it is, I am still tapping to the music.