Coltrane and the rain..
Listening to Coltrane while the rain pelts the ac unit outside my basement level window. I thought of my friend Danny. It's a dreary gray day the kind of day he never liked. I miss the music he would post to his blog. I miss his wisdom and insight and his art. And his conversations. Every time I hear Coltrane I think of him, or Thelonious Monk. He posted a video of The Monk and Coltrane one day that has always stuck with me. Two very talented men. Great music.
I've been listening to Keith Richard's audio version of "Life." He talks about banging into those he has lost in his life. I've adopted the saying because I find it fitting. There are days my sister is around and that is just how it feels, like a "banging." She seems to be right there. When I'm sleeping, or I believe I am sleeping I feel her presence, her touch and hear her laugh.
When I wake up in the morning, in that place before you're really awake, I feel her there. Then reality moves in and I realize she isn't here anymore.
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