Musings

I’m listening to John Martyn on a Sunday evening. Earlier i mentioned i liked his music. Perhaps an understatement. He captured sentiments i could never express. From the days i was 20 to now. That struggle. That ache.  Ache. I ache. I roar. Six months ago I travelled to NYC to see him, having no idea that it was the last time.  Love is a lesson to learn in our time. And  now i will hold those 2 days with me for the remainder of my days. Listen to John and hear the immense range of musicality, from the folk days to the rock of today. In the last years, it obvious  he was revisiting those thrilling, core days. The recent album tours, struggling to find that groove again. Struggling.  I want to hear the  last recordings,  what he was working on while hearing the audience roar to those classic  Grace/Danger tracks.  Still  I cant imagine the struggle.