Hip Cat

This is my boy, getting miked up to play guitar at the Christmas concert tonight. It was fab . This magical thing that is music. That can transform the dead air in a church into something utterly sublime. Something universal that touches us all.

And the joy of playing music. To sit inside this wondrous thing. Everyone holding this heavenly entity shimmering in the very air we sit. To stay in key, in the beat, in the melody, the counter melody. To do this, my son, is to touch the very language of Creation.

Advent : 9