There's something about an evening out with Willie Nelson that brings out the inner outlaw. For many, I suspect it was their anthem. He must have been one hundred and five- but his voice didn't give away his age. His raw sound, melodic guitar lines, and undeniable talent for song-writing have the power to alert you to a side of yourself you may not have known existed, or has simply been dormant (as in my case) for too long. The real stories of simple people, one-liners, and memorable melodies connected me with humanity on a level that I imagine unite many a different background. While Boone has a knack for drawing an interestingly Rastafarian-hippy crowd, tonight the cowboys, professionals, moms, grandpas, teens, and rednecks joined in. There was real music and heartfelt stories of tragedy and excess that took me back to the days of my childhood when my mother played his records. Here's to authenticity, passion, and real musicians. Go Willie!
February 18, 2009
"The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude."
Joseph B. Wirthlin
This is such a beautiful principle--one that is not considered often enough.
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