Memory from 1970

Memory from 1970

Memory from 1970

With my date on an energy filled Friday night,
Waiting for the sounds to begin,
Deep bass guitar,
The pounding drums,
The screaming vocals let loose,
Allowing the threads of rhythm
So powerful and intense
To enter the blood and set it afire,
An intimate exchange between body and sound.

The band at last was ready to start,
Those addicted entered the arena
Anxious for the magic to begin
Where lifted up from ordinary time
Into the sphere of golden primitive noise.

I stood with my date head bowed
Almost as if in worship,
Perhaps it was,
God present in all music,
Touching the soul in diverse ways.

The first twang entered the silent waiting,
Then the drums with its incessant call,
At last the bass deep and profound
Sparked a joy in my heart as freedom showed its face,
The thread entered my blood and set it afire
I stepped on the highway of beauty and it took me away.

I lifted my hands into the air,
Hips moved as if on their own violation
Feet soon followed in joyful movement
We were off flying,
Weightless,
As free as it can possibly be in bodies heavy,
Flying is what dancing is,
If one with the rhythm;
Such joy.

The hours flew by as if minutes,
Hours of dancing,
Sweat,
Going higher and higher as the evening progressed,
Until last call,
The last dance,
A sort of a death,
It ended
Lights out we left until next time.

I wish for the eternal dance,
The ecstatic movement of my soul,
Diving and flying into the infinite,
The music unending,
Singing not for me,
I will dance before the Lord,
Leaving the song to others.

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