Lonely is not the word I’d like to use. But it’s no fun when
she’s not there! Sometimes I walk around like a zombie, not having my
thoughts together. Yes I have all these opportunities to meet all these lovely people I
know, but it’s not the same. There is always a gap, an opening right next to me, that even my massive dear German friend cannot fill.
I dread this melancholic feeling caused by missing some one
you are close to, and yet, when invoked by music I simply love it. I love the
songs that pull a chill down my spine, or bring tears to my eyes, the most
heart wrenching lyrics of lost love and unconditional adoration, the blues,
folk music.
Therefore a strange thing happened tonight. In spite of, not
being able to have a face to face conversation with my companion for a few days
now and it probably will take another couple of weeks for it to happen, it’s
that musical melancholy that made me feel lighter.
My dear friend Alina Ramirez already shared Ernesto Anaya’s
music with me via a CD, that she gave me a few month ago, but she topped that
up by having Ernesto perform at the Sing Jazz Club on Wednesday evening.
Songs from the heart sung with an emotion so true that you
could only listen in aw. Some songs, but really a few, were a little upbeat but
most of them, aaaahhh... Ernesto is clearly a storyteller, one who does understand
the finesse of sentiment and has the voice of a tenor.
It was as if the songs gave me a better understanding
of my emotions. The melancholy turned into plain beauty and helped putting a
slight smile on my face.
Now back home again, at a quiet apartment, I can only
reminisce and slowly but surely turn back into that strange feeling. Blues a
healer, all over the world, all over the world…
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| Christy Smith |
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| Mario Lopez |
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