Why I Love the Music
When I see a young man in his Sunday best sing harmony with a beautiful young woman whose eyes sparkle as she shakes the rafters and sings out her soul, when I hear complex chords underpin simple truth, when funny dobro men tell country stories and serious banjo pickers play to perfection, and when an almost baby-faced young’un bows sweet fiddle tunes, I know why I love this music.
In my work, I see a lot of bad things. Some of it is near unspeakable. Once the music starts the people who play it allow me to forget all that at least for a little while. There it is all beauty and truth and peace. I pray for the heard-hearted who do not find even a few stolen moments of tranquility in this otherwise troubled world.
Between the Good Lord and the music I can see another day through.
See pictures of the show at www.tedlehmann.blogspot.com. I can’t find the right words today to say it all today, but I will over time.memorable gigs, Thought of the Day, Writing
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