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The Freedom of Music: Back in the Highlife

August 30th, 2009


One likes to believe in the freedom of music.
Rush – Spirit of Radio.

It’s been a lot of years. Too many really, but you get out of things: work too much, raise a family, go back to school and finish that degree. Next thing you know you haven’t slung a Les Paul in anger in twenty years. 5929_148266975567_704905567_3797747_1967318_nHell, I haven’t blown through Sweet Home Alabama, start to finish in eighteen.

It’s not as though I have been musically inactive. as anyone who has followed this blog for very long knows. I have spent ten years learning, working on the classical guitar. I Have practiced, learnt very complex music, and performed: the most significant performance (and nerve wracking) being in Oneonta New York two years ago where I sat at the front of a beautiful church, all eyes upon me, and played John Duarte’s English Suite, amongst others. Difficult music in a very intense environment. But occasionally the urge would get me, the Les Paul, or less often the old ’63 telecaster, would come out of the case, the Fender twin reverb cranked up to 8, and I would rock the house. Lately, the urge has grown stronger and come more often.

So there I was last Sunday, trodding the boards as it were, at the 20 Hobson Street summer luncheon for The Cambridge Memorial Hospital and The Argus Residence for Young People. Four songs, sans bass player:

I Saw Her Standing There
Squeeze Box
Brown Eyed Girl
Night Moves

5369_148267075567_704905567_3797751_7612693_nIt wasn’t Immigrant Song or Livin’ On A Prayer I admit, not the hardest rock in the quarry, but that’s irrelevant. As I said, we have no bass player yet, so we needed material that we could cover without the bass. And it was a smallish room in the afternoon with a pleasant, not rockin’ crowd. None the less, the old Goldtop got dusted off, the groove was found and hey, we were pretty good. And we’ll be back, with bass, kickin’ it up with some serious rock ‘n’ roll before long.  Now that I’m back in the game, I’m stickin around a while:

It used to seem to me
That my life ran on too fast
And I had to take it slowly
Just to make the good parts last
But when youre born to run
Its so hard to just slow down
So dont be surprised to see me
Back in that bright part of town

Ill be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again
Ill be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched me once will smile and take me in

And Ill drink and dance with one hand free
Let the world back into me
And on Ill be a sight to see
Back in the high life again

You used to be the best
To make life be life to me
And I hope that youre still out there
And youre like you used to be
Well have ourselves a time
And well dance til the morning sun
And well let the good times come in
And we wont stop til were done

The Freedom of Music, This Week on my I-Pod

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