The day ..

Did you write the book of love?
And do you have faith in God above?
If the bible tells you so?
Do you believe in Rock and Roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?

...

The music died .. and my soul has long gone with it .. down the coast of oblivion .. seeking an equaliser .. followed the three men McLean admired most ..

27 June, 2013 ..

The day ..

That Music Died.

QED.

Weary Blues

"And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed"

I picked this up watching some all too familiar, even tedious, American drama. Poor fools, they were never any good at it, but still. Then, amidst a dialogue desperately trying to be clever, these words were uttered, and with them a thunderbolt down my spine shook me to the core.

It was as if Langston Hughes had crossed the path of my weary soul, somehow, so many decades ago and just wrote it down ..

"While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock or a man that’s dead."

QED