Wednesday, February 24, 2010

She's got everything she needs. She's an artist, she don't look back.


Gather around friends. Put down your Emily Dickinson and your Robert Frost. Take one last sip of that espresso, one last hit of your cigarette, and settle in.

I've got an announcement to make that will blow your mind.

We have a new musician in our midst, friends. An angel with a voice descending from heaven and long brown hair flowing like an endless stream. She smiles, clutching your heart in her hand, leaving you gasping and yearning for more. I believe Saint Bob said it best, "She can take the dark out of the night time."

It's quite a trip.

She calls herself April, but what is in a name? Her beauty shines past all limitations. To see her is to love her is to be at one with joy. Ya dig that?

After spending a lifetime conquering the vast lands of academia and business. After holding my heart captive and giving the world a beautiful wonder named Michael. After lighting hearts everywhere in every possible way, she's on to new horizons friends. And the journey has just begun.

The angel who calls herself April swooped up a guitar not long ago, and brought out its magic. She opened a little novel called "Alfred's Basic Guitar Method" (perhaps you've come across it while searching for Kerouac?) and revealed its mysteries to all. A short wink later the Angel mastered several chords of music and a little something called destiny.

This cat was fortunate enought to catch April's world premier performance, and let me tell you, this angel does indeed fly gracefully. The gig began with an original "Old Mac Donald Had a Farm," and quickly swung out "Jingle Bells." Before I could light another cigarette, the soothing tones of "Shoo Fly" floated through the room like a feather in the wind.

It was a performance sending Dean Moriarty gleefully skipping along a sidewalk filled with hope. It was life, laughter and love. And it was glorious to behold.

So lets all take a moment to salute our angel named April, as only we know how. Pull down the shades. Slip on your darkest sunglasses. Nod your head. Snap your fingers. Put this little ditty, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH46sruy-XE, in your line of adventure, and enjoy one of the coolest Dylan tunes dedicated to the coolest Angel I know.

Dig that kiddies!

- Dave

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Not to brag, but I think this is my favorite post... :)

Living the Dream said...

Thanks honey! Although, I believe the post where I described spilling cat pee all over myself may have changed the course of American literature. Or not! Ha!