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Monday, July 11, 2005
.....tonights time machine
OK, I admit it...I thought the whole concept of the Live 8 program kind of silly. Get several old groups together and raise money for the world poor. I didn't want to get into the political silliness of it all, so for the most part I intentionally ignored all of the hype.
There are only two great musical bands in my lifetime. Two such bands that can make me wish I was young again, no matter where I am or what I am doing. Any time I hear them, I am guaranteed a passport to the wild days of youth.
Then tonight, as I logged on to AOL, there it was. An advertisement to watch any performer or group playing any selection from the show. I was tempted. I knew they had played. I knew they were there. The group of my youth, the group that defined my times. After twenty four years, half my life, of never playing together, they were once again going to perform.
Would they still sing, the group of now old men? Would they still find the rhythm they had as the group they had when they were young men? Would they.....could they stir my soul as strongly as they had when I was young? Was it still in them, was it still in me?
It may seem silly, to watch a delayed broadcast and expect to really enjoy it. But again, I was curious. It started, and immediately I knew it could happen. I could go back in time. They still had the power to hypnotize me, the power to pull out long lost emotions from my youth. They were not as tight as the original album mix, but I'll be damned if they didn't still have the power. The power to capture, the power to feel.
It struck me as so powerful, the memories. I caught myself with tears rolling down my face, I was so happy. "The Sailing Organist" (Richard Wright), "The Golfing Bassist" (Roger Waters), "The Petrolhead Drummer" (Nick Mason), and "The Airborne Guitarist" (David Gilmour). Tonight, I traveled back in time.
I was comfortably numb, once again, with Pink Floyd.
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