TITLE: Right On Time
AUTHOR: Eugene Wallingford
DATE: April 16, 2008 4:07 PM
Last night, I attended a
concert. I last saw him perform live a decade or so ago.
was a decade older, and I was a decade older. He looked it,
and I'm sure I do, too.
But when he started to play the piano, it could have been
1998 in the arena. Or 1988. Or 1978. The music flowing
from his hands and his dancing feet filled me. Throughout
the night I was 19 again, then 14, 10, and 25. I was lying
on my parents' living room floor; sitting in the hand-me-down
recliner that filled my college dorm room; dancing in Market
Square Arena with an old girlfriend. I was rebellious teen,
wistful adult, and mesmerized child.
There are moments when time seems more illusion than reality.
Last night I felt like
living two-plus hours unstuck in time.
Oh, and the music. There are not many artists who can, in
the course of an evening, give you so many different kinds
of music. From the pounding rock of "You May Be Right" to
the gentle, plaintive "She's Always A Woman", and everything
between. The Latin rhythms of "Don't Ask Me Why" extended
with an intro of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy", and a "Root Beer
Rag" worthy of Joplin.
Last night, my daughters aged 15 and 11 attended the concert
with me. Music lives on, and time folds back on itself yet