Bushy Bearded Dream.
There are things we can’t recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I’d never learned
Has someone’s music meant so much to you that you hesitate to see them perform live out of fear you’ll appear just another shallow, uninspired fan? I do… But I’m still going to go. Because I’ll always know how much I appreciate his songs, even if I never get the chance to tell him.
Tomorrow evening. The first concert I’ll have been to since last summer. I am so glad my show season is kicking off with Iron & Wine first.
Sam Beam, your lifestyle (being a college professor as well as songwriter) is one I aspire to and greatly admire. I can’t wait to hear you live. I’m writing this to you, so by chance, if you come across my silly blog, you’ll know I’m not just a fan in a Garden State drunken stupor. Your music really is amazing and you came around just when I needed you.
I’ll see you tomorrow night.
