My partner is sharp as a whip... That poem he just handed me speaks to the heart of what we've all been gushing about with Travelogue the last few days. So I'm including it here in it's entirety:
About Opera It's not the tunes, although as I get older Arias are what I hum and whistle. It's not the plots-they continue to bewilder In the tongue I speak and in several that I wrestle. An image of articulateness is what it is" Isn't this how we've always longed to talk? Words as they fall are monotone and bloodless. But they yearn to take the risk these noises take. What dancing is to the slightly spastic way Most of us teeter through our bodily life Are thes measured cries to the clumsy thing we say, In the heart's duresses, on the heart's behalf. That is the essential joy of Joni's music. In our clumsy day to day life and common speak, we yearn to say beautiful, meaningful heartfelt things. We yearn to hear them as well. Enter Joni, who comes along and offers up in two year increments, gifts of perfect expression that fill our hearts to fullness. Wouldn't we all love to shuck monotone and bloodless words and speak with such eloquent beauty??? Her's is the gift of life being right. If for but a few hours of listening. j.
