Thank you for your ears...

I feel so great, like I could run a marathon or compose a concerto or frolic in the glory of nature with any flower children I could find...

Craig does it to me everytime, and it's wonderful. I felt so off-balance today too, since the drama, the tears and the guilt of last night. I really needed to be lifted up, and the show tonight did a marvelous job. It was nice, because he played some new stuff, played a few covers, had a great opener and played Judy Garland because I asked him to. Here is a guy that I would love to be able to sit down with and completely pick his brain. Either that or have a madly passionate love affair with him.

Neither Kate or Marissa came tonight, because they didn't want to see the same show that they saw a few months ago. I don't think that I could get bored with him. I love the ambience more than anything really, it's about letting go and getting to that place in yourself where you can forget that you are in a crowded room with people who are drinking, who won't shut up, and who don't understand that you are exploring your psyche. Where your muscles melt and conform to whatever surface you are sitting or lying or sprawling across. Where you can't hear the words to the songs anymore, but absorb them through your pores while you let your thoughts move with the ebb and flow of the music. Where you can smell the incence, watch the dozens of little tea-lights dance while the shadows flicker on the face of the man who is pouring out his soul in his music.

You can't get that while listening to a cd, and I think that's why I don't listen to his cds as often as I could. There are some musicians you would pay not to see live, and there are others who have magic that doesn't penetrate the recording devices used to try and capture the soul of the music. Craig Cardiff is definately of the latter category.

I got an autograph, and I got a song, and I got a smile. lucky me.