I’ve been watching a ton of New Orleans Jazz Fest on AXS TV this weekend.
Fully expecting for strands of zydeco, funk and blues to slip into my sub-conscious.
So far, the only song that lodged in my brain is Lyle Lovett’s “Here I am”
If you haven’t ever heard that song, definitely take a look at the linked video.
I think this stuck in my head more than any other tune I heard, because L.L.
is such a wordsmith. Check out the full lyrics.
I was not at Jazz Fest in reality or in sleep. It was just an annoying little dream about
not being able to connect. Not being able to say what I mean, in the right way,
materialized as mobile cell service not cooperating well.
Who was I was calling?
“Can you hear me now?”, “Do we have access? “, “Where are you?”,
“Can you hear me now?”,
“Look I understand too little to late
I realize there are things you say and do
You can never take back
But what would be if you didn’t even try?
You have to try
So after a lot of thought
I’d like to reconsider
Please if it’s not to late….
Make it a cheeseburger.”
~ Lyle Lovett
Dreamer’s Note: Photo from Saveur