Grace Kelly in High Society, 1956.
The unseen hand of god
tethered to my mind.
My skull a gourd carrying water
seeded with precious rock.
How it reverberates songs of the universe
Ethan Hawke’s Black Album playlist, and how it feels to pass The Beatles on to your child.
Once when John was asked whether he would ever play with Paul again, he answered: “It would always be about, ‘Play what?’ It’s about the music. We play well together — if he had an idea and needed me, I’d be interested.”
I love that.
Maybe the lesson is: Love doesn’t last, but the music love creates just might.
Your mom and I couldn’t make love last, but you are the music, my man.
“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love…”
I love you. Happy birthday.
I love you when you’re singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat
‘Cause you’re gonna sing the words wrong