Jacqueline: (broken cd)
there are some things that you just never, ever, not ever, want to hear ever again.
Amichai: few stimulants can be as strong as music. Why I wept today walking down a rain swept street was anybody’s guess, should anybody bother, but I knew well within my headphones it was just the perfect song that made a fragile moment crash into a full on wail. Release and gratitude and the privilege, the luxury of pressing replay and pressing deep into a sorrow or whatever and let the tears and rain collide.
Spent the last week downloading hundreds of cd’s onto my iTunes. Getting rid of lots of stuff: but music, there, for me, beyond the form or shape, cassette or vinyl or live show ir data: arrows into heart.
Tiferet of malchut: the heart of the matter. Dig tonight into a place of raw emotion on this journey to the mountaintop. Find one song, just one broken record you have listened to a thousand times and listen one more time, and dance, or weep, or both ior neither: thank you for the music, here comes the rain again. Again. And now.