Last night I saw and heard one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever encountered.
My friend, Adam, has a jazz quartet. He is so very talented. Adam is the kind of kid that lives each and every moment with his whole entire heart. When I was seventeen, Adam taught me to meditate at the Grand Canyon. We climbed over the fence that says “Do Not Cross” and down below the cliff into this alcove created by the canyon, because it was raining and also because it had a perfect view of the canyon. Then, he and I and our friends Amy and Lauren meditated and prayed. This is just the type of person he is.
Last night Adam had a gig that I went to and I saw him play his tenor saxophone with so much soul it almost made me want to cry. With eyes closed tight and moving with the music and crinkling up his forehead with concentration. He loved the music he was playing, and the music was his. It was in him and through him and part of him. I wish I had that much passion and love for anything in this life. I remembered why I love jazz music so much—because jazz musicians love the music they make more than anything. It’s almost impossible to not love something a little bit when you see how and why someone else loves it entirely.
Beautiful.
As a side note, I miss music so much today. I miss performing. It’s something about being a small part of something really spectacular. Something that makes people happy. Something you have to work towards. But most good things in life are like that, and I know there are more good things in my life now and to come. Stay tuned.
