Music swathed over my parched dry soul tonight. I didn’t realize I was so thirsty. Like a night of lovemaking after a dry spell, I didn’t know my body wanted this so badly. Oh yes, this is good. I was parched, and I drank deep from the flood of another’s God given creativity. The opening band for Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds was The Head and The Heart. I was mesmerized and amazed.
Sing it! Play it! Loud! Fierce! Strong! So that I might feel it. So that I can sing too.
Harmonies that elevated angelic, lyrics that spoke to themes universal yet seemingly only to me and as the pace of the song increased the woman who sang harmony and the rare solo started to bounce and clap, hard. The music surged out of her so forcefully, so beautifully. That is when I started to cry; she couldn’t help it, neither could I. Her art resonated with my soul, but more I longed to live her passion; to sing out at the top of my lungs, body following, knowing, deep down knowing, this is what I am created to do.
I longed to be her, not the fame or the stage or the show of it, but to cry out the music of my life wholeheartedly. It has been a long time since I have had a chance to worship; to sing out my praises and perils to God in song. It is too simply stated that music speaks to our soul in profound ways. I praise God for these gifts in others that pave the way for me to feel what has been clouded by the day to day.
Here is a sample of their sound, and fitting lyrics for this season and my season of life…