I took my notebook to the concert and ended up scribbling these down during the show.<\/p>\n
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Confined to six strings
\nAn aged man
\nFinds joy in a long encounter
\nwith occasional glances to a woman outside<\/p>\n
———–<\/p>\n
The magic of a live performance:
\nIf it sounded exactly as in the studio,
\nthen what a failure!<\/p>\n
———–<\/p>\n
The image of youth
\nStill present in the veins
\nand stretch of the neck.
\nLike a child stretching forth
\nto bite a juicy apple from a branch
\nhe may not reach.
\nReaching forward to sing forth Romance,
\nLike it might walk through the door if you said the right words.<\/p>\n
———–<\/p>\n
There’s nothing new under the sun.
\nSo mine the old, where the diamonds have been growing
\nfor more generations than could come
\nfrom a thousand summer wedding nights.<\/p>\n
———–<\/p>\n
Who is the innovator? The one who does it first. What is it? Not some undreamed novelty, but what nearly everyone was thinking all along but could never get past their lips or out to their fingertips.<\/p>\n
———–<\/p>\n
Love songs give lip service to love. Scholars give lip service to love songs but would understand more if they would open their mouths, close their eyes, and repeat after me:<\/p>\n
Oh ma mignonne y venez vous ?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I took my notebook to the concert and ended up scribbling these down during the show. ———– Confined to six strings An aged man Finds joy in a long encounter with occasional glances to a woman outside ———– The magic of a live performance: If it sounded exactly as in the studio, then what a … <\/p>\n