And like everything else of that somewhat painful nature, I walked away a little wiser than I had entered. The pain was at the pit of my stomach, I had witnessed a legend. His voice seemed to drift across the room, as though it was some kind of kindred spirit, and the words carried weight as though lugging behind them a life-time of hard earned experience. They were heavy, and that weight I think, was truth. So, I bought the CD, and when I got home, I read the advisory words on the on the inside cover, and this is what they said...
‘There is a proper procedure for taking advantage of any investment. Music for example. Buying a CD is an investment. To get the maximum you must...
LISTEN TO IT FOR THE FIRST TIME UNDER OPTIMUM CONDITIONS...
Not in your car or on a portable player through a headset. Take it home. Get rid of all distraction, (even her or him). Turn off your cell phone. Turn off everything that rings or beeps or rattles and whistles. Make yourself comfortable. Play the CD. LISTEN all the way through. Think about what you got.
Think about who would appreciate this investment. Decide if there someone to share this with. Enjoy yourself.’
...So I put it on, under the required conditions, and when it finished, the same feeling from the concert earlier came rushing back and I wept. Now, this doesn’t usually happen; in fact it had never happened before, but his words and music touched a nerve; they have inspired me, and they continue to do so, again, and again, and again.
R.I.P
