Here I sit in the middle of one more freakin' amazing, mostly-acoustic jam.
Luh-Lee and Julia are dancing like a storm blowing through the rhythm.
Everyone is so closely in tune that it simply cannot be that it's a coincidence, but rather divine intervention.
We sing even after we think we're done. We sing any acapella song that we all know the words to... or not. It doesn't matter because the most excellent and appropriate worse and phrases fall out of the sky. It's a beautiful thing.
We've gone through the stretches with each other for a few passes now and we feel comfortable letting at all rip without judgment nor ego. Something never before witnessed. Yes, really. Naked, hairy warts, beautiful tones and all...
And Jan just sang "I Can't Make You Love Me" by Bonnie Raitt to a room full of late-night, bang-any-drum, "do we know the words?" crowd.
And now she's belting out "Georgia" to Jack's accompaniment. Dec's sitting/lying next to me on the gianormous window bench as I type this passage. And I feel... right.
peace, love and the most harmonious night in YEARS,
WTF, I'm in Ecuador again
7 years ago