This blog post's soundtrack:
i came home a couple of hours ago from the beirut concert in montreal at the jazz festival. it was probably one of the best things that i have experienced.
i am going to skip apologies to the many 1 reader of this blog. i'm sure you understand how life and moving happens. i'm also going to skip everything that is unimportant. that being arguments, ridiculous scandals, and everything.
it's time for the good stuff. the music.
it has me tremble to listen to music live. today i actually saw passion radiating out of their mouths as music notes sailing through the room. with earthquakes coming from the audience for encores to only have the world as we knew it crack open with rhythms of xylophones, trumpets, accordians, and tubas, you cannot help but cry. i couldn't help but cry.
tonight i realized what was worth living for. regardless if i have millions of people behind or beside me, this is when i can tell that all is worth it. to be able to enter a hall with complete strangers, to have them mesh together in chant and agree about the perfection that is a song with simple claps and sways... makes everything seem quieter. simpler. fresh.
i'm left occupied today with not the brightest of thoughts. or so i was until i was reminded oh-so greatly that it's not all bad. i can guarantee my presence until september 21st which is more than i could have said a couple of months ago.
after meeting the zach himself and the trumpet player, rambling about how i believe their music centers life and our meaning and place and letting them know just what it does, i feel very content with what i've seen tonight. my presence will not be in vain nor will it be lived that way. passion. that's what i want.
i need to get a music inspired tattoo. it doesn't make sense to have a print of anything else at this point.
thank you, zach & the beirut orchestra for one hell of a concert, tearful, and passionate performance. we shall see each other in the near future no doubt. merci.
with love and admiration,
a humbled, dazed, and centered,
mtb.
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