Once upon a time, a girl named Meg sent a file of Bright Eyes to a boy named Ryan, who then burned it and gave it to my daughter. The recordings ended up in my car CD player. Well, to say I was struck is an understatement. An obsession ensued. I was 49 years old, and I was considerably moved. I had never heard music that moved me to the core, feeling the bitter and sweet of everything.
Who the fuck was this anyway? An Eighteen-year old boy? How could he know so much? I'll save my dissertation for another time. Music was always been a part of my life, but for some time was dormant. You know life gets in the way, obligations, children, money, and worries.
This marvelous obsession with Bright Eyes eventually led to this blog's birth.
Here is the same story in music
(unfortunately, not at the sold-out Bowery Ballroom). It will be the nineteenth time I’
ve seen Conor in one form or another.
"I Feel The Music"
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Once upon a time, a girl named Meg sent a file of Bright Eyes to a boy named Ryan, who then burned it and gave it to my daughter. The recordings ended up in my car CD player. Well, to say I was struck is an understatement. An obsession ensued. I was 49 years old, and I was considerably moved. I had never heard music that moved me to the core, feeling the bitter and sweet of everything.
Here is the same story in music
1 comment:
I love this post. and I love how many times you've seen Conor! I am so impressed. I recently saw him for the first time in Pittsburgh, after loving him for a number of years!
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