Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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It has been decades since I rushed out to purchase a new Bruce Springsteen album, but I did yesterday. I caught a whiff of a couple of the tunes from Only The Strong Survive on social media over the past month and it just sounded right.
The last time I was genuinely excited about new Springsteen material was 1980’s The River. The album, still a favourite, was before the American musician’s career took off to the heights we now know it. This was before Born in the U.S.A., before mainstream radio overplayed his music to tiring proportions.
The new album is Springsteen’s pandemic project, a collection of rich soul and r+b covers from mainly ‘60s radio; songs that meant something to the man as he was just starting out.
It is delightful.
It’s, by no means, a typical Springsteen album with backing by the E Street Band, and his voice is right up front. It’s a strong voice for a 73-year-old man who understands its capacity, and its limits. It is honest and full of the character the material needs.
Most of the songs were popular on the radio in their time, but they are timeless and the entire album is well worth a listen.