Van the Man
could sing Danke Shaen and touch our Souls.
Love It
There's Something mournfully haunting about his Voice that comforts the savage beast in Us, each song holding it's Special Place in our hearts.
I feel that Way about a lot of Singers/Songwriters...
the Muses of the Masses minstraling their Way through Time...
captured for Ever like prose in the Ethers.
Giving Us the SoundTracks to our Lives...
Every Time I hear certain SOngs, I am transported the that specific TIme in my Life, when I either first heard IT, or a poignant Moment was happening simultaneously.
Quite like smell.
Only with Sound, you can both
hear and Listen.The Listening warrants powerful Memory.
And keeps us steadfast to reMEmbering ourselves to Our Selves.
I remember the day I left for college.
It was a particularly crisp Fall day.
The sky was BLUE.
The clouds pasted up like colorforms.
The trees kodachrome.
The smell of Nostalgia was in the Air.
I was packing my "things" full of wonder and excitement.
MElancholy about leaving my "room" for the last time.
Knowing how important this moment was.
On my desk, hidden under my portfolio
was a Hallmark Card and a CD, wrapped in bright Flora.
My mother has snuck in a tender Word without speaking to me.
Reading Words too hard to say ...I opened the Present.
"Tea for the Tillerman" lie in my hands.
A Guide to the Ride I was getting on to.
A Manual for the "Wild World" I was stepping into...
leaving the nest that was made easy for me all t hese years.
I had known the Cat since I was alive.
His Music filled my Hopes and Dreams with Fuel.
His Words like an absent grandfather, spoke to me
in Times of Lostness.
But this was Special.
This Present was a token.
A reMinder that
this was a Rite of Passage
and my Life would never BE the same.
My journey was one I would share with and without
my parents.
From start to finish, I
listened to the Music.
Every Word. Every nuance....
taking IT All in.
Armouring me with sheilds of Love,
broadening my sWord and view of the OnederFull
World I lived in.
I committed IT to memory.
Every Word. Every Note.
IT is, to this Day , ever present in me.
And shall remain.
And for that I am most thankfull
to the Cat Stevens.
And my Mother.
Ironically...hear is a Favorite.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jek6iP6AuAQ Chahle
and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I"
Another song that takes me there is this Kelly Clarkson number: 
to everyone for this lovely thread.
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