🥲🥲🤗🤗🎸🎸 du Jour

 Longtime Xmastime buddy Serge on watching his son's class play a song he wrote:

When Henry’s band played Round Eye Blues it was probably the single best musical moment I have ever had in my life. But it occurred to me that all I could possibly do was let this all wash over me. All of it. In real time. Knowing that for almost anyone else alive, this would appear to be one thing, but for me: it was something else entirely.

I held the notes in my hands, the bass and the piano. I took my son’s guitar chords and I made a popcorn necklace, put it around my neck. I sat shrinking down into my seat, trying to not let on too much what joy I was experiencing. I grinned and tapped my fat dirty Wolverines and I might have played some air guitar, which is the only kind of guitar I seem to play anymore. I listened to the edited lyrics of the song I wrote long ago and it made me smile. Henry told me later that he had re-written all the necessary changes.

One line went from “Over by my windowsill the moon was still on my cigarettes and wine” to “Over by my windowsill the moon was still on my water and chocolate.”

I was overcome with electrical jubilation.

I was lifted, rejoiced, and carried around the halls of the hotel after party like the last of the prom kings.