Lunch. And breakfast. Oh & most any of those people we call singers/songwriters who sit down with pencil in hand. A blank piece of paper laid before them with a guitar strapped around their neck or a quiet row of black & white keys staring right into their eyes saying "Let's get started.' And this lonely existence between an artist & his/her instrument begins.
And we, the listeners, are privileged to participate with as little effort as opening our ears and more importantly by opening our mind & heart to the variety of sounds that emerge from their culture, their experiences, their deepest pain, their highest joy.
We've had this privileged view of the vista from Haydn's "Messiah" through Tupac's "Dear Mama" onto the future where we wait for the next note of beauty--the next line of truly heart-felt agony. Thank you. All of you singer/songwriters for having the courage to attempt to put into words the often seemingly inexplicable Write on.