My version of heaven is a Shovels and Rope concert here in Charleston.
Hometown crowd. Musicians who feel like dear friends. We’ve seem in bars and dives all over the county. We’ve heard the names of our islands and rivers on their lips. We’ve felt the passion in their rhythms and shakes. Every chord rings true. Electric.
That’s where I was Saturday night. I wouldn’t have been anywhere else in the world. 10 rows back from the stage. Right there for every beat. Every song. Every moment of intensity, creativity, music, and love.
That is what great music is. And this is what great music does: I’ve been signing, glowing every since. I’m dancing in the kitchen. Spinning my children when they come in to ask for snacks. Clapping at my dog. The serving spoon is a microphone. I’m riding this wave of music, and I love it.
I feel energized, excited, ready for more. I feel creative and prepared. I feel invincible.
I feel like I “Got what it takes to save the world.”
I’m so grateful for this feeling. And I’m so grateful for music. And for Shovels and Rope.
hope you send this plaque on to shovels and rope! they would
get such a kick out o YOU!
Thanks for that vote of confidence, Kathy. You’re the best!