REALITY: This Evening

Raining hard this evening, ended up not having heart, not going out almost to a class for inspiration.  Home watching I Walk the Line:  A Night for Johnny Cash and feeling good from lyrics written from life, like stories set to music, like multimedia but wishing for the man in black to be the visuals.  No voice like his, grittier than the sensual growl of Waylon (yeah, I miss him too), sadder than the softened Willie twang that twitches the soul.  Will we ever see the likes of them again? Fancy concert hall to hold the voices that sing his words sees performers, fans dressed down, Jerry Lee Lewis no longer able to jump up on the piano but fingers flying just as always and I spot some plaid among the crowd. Real people, real stories.  Kristofferson still can’t sing but knows the soul of man to write it.  Beautiful voices of Allison Krause, Nora Jones, Sheryl Crow, Dwight Yokum singing the haunting If I Were a Carpenter, Burning Ring of Fire.