Spending time talking and hanging out with such good friends. Lisa, Star, Nef, Karen "Rocks The Lake"!, Mar, Liz H., Mr. and Mrs. Casey, Kim, Dan, TBone, and some cool guys named Marty, Billy, Bobby, and Dino. I'm sure I'm forgetting to mention people, so please forgive my mental lapse.
Dino cried during "Bulletholes". :cry: First he pulled his hair over his face, then he put his head down. Soon he was wiping away tears, but he somehow kept playing--that took guts. I had been fighting back tears myself since this was the first time I'd heard them play that song since my sisters died. I was thinking of my sisters, as well as how sad the guys must be feeling over the loss of their friend. When I saw Dino crying, that was it for me--my own tears spilled over, and I let the emotional power of the song and their performance wash through me.
That was a profoundly moving moment, and from the least expected of them. Bobby's face started to show the strain, too. It was obvious that he was feeling the moment.
I was amazed that Marty was able to keep it together while singing that song. It seemed like what he did was--he opened his heart and soul, and offered them up like an open book toward heaven. Somehow, by doing that, he was able to cry from within, rather than doing it outwardly and becoming unable to sing. It felt like a very pure, strong message going directly from his heart to heaven for his friend.
The entire performance of that song was so powerful and moving, I'm thankful that I got to experience it fully. It was healing on a very deep level.
I didn't shoot photos during their performance--it just felt too uncomfortable for me to do that this time. I didn't even bring my main camera, just a little disposable one to take photos with friends after the show, and of the auction items. So I'm capturing it with words instead.
The vibe of this entire show was a mixture of loving, respectful, and ultimately an appreciation for their friend's life. I got caught up in the music, and carried along by it. I don't remember the set list, I just experienced it like breathing.
Finally, on Friday, we went to a museum, and then to the beach at Oak Street. We stood there for a couple hours, with the breakers crashing at our feet, the seagulls flying around our heads, and the setting sun behind us turning everything orange, red, and purple. I think there must be no other city in the world where you can stand just feet away from the heart of downtown, and not even hear the traffic because it's drowned out by the sound of the surf crashing on the shore. A very deep feeling of peacefulness came over me. Sigh......I didn't want to leave.
Thank you, Lovehammers, for this show, and for your good hearts that inspired you to help your friend's family.
And Marty, if you read this, thank you for being sure to point something out to me before the show. It meant so much to me to see that again, and the fact you did that on this occasion was especially touching for me. My heart is still smiling because of that. You really are a treasure!
