My parents told me the first time they ever heard me sing was in the backseat of our 1986 AMC Eagle. We were living in Virginia Beach and I was maybe two, my tongue folding its way around an american accent to the chorus of R.E.M’s “Shiny Happy People”. They tell me that I was absentmindedly staring out the window, strapped to a carseat and swaying my tiny pigtails from side-to-side. As my eyes tried to keep up with the blur of trees racing by, my mouth released “
You have made these words on the page sing! Poetry shares much with music, and your poetry is ringing loud! I wish I could float like a cloud through all these “ugly” memories and reach for your hand. George Harrison has a special place in my heart, as you know, and I’m so deeply touched by the connect to him that you describe. You are resilient and strong. To witness you coming back into yourself and your passions has been an honor. A beautiful essay, thank you.
Thank you (and George) for sharing so much of your life with us. It all helps me feel less alone with my own attachments to lost things that I wanted to be the "earth beneath my feet".
You have made these words on the page sing! Poetry shares much with music, and your poetry is ringing loud! I wish I could float like a cloud through all these “ugly” memories and reach for your hand. George Harrison has a special place in my heart, as you know, and I’m so deeply touched by the connect to him that you describe. You are resilient and strong. To witness you coming back into yourself and your passions has been an honor. A beautiful essay, thank you.
An incredible read and such an evocative recording. Thank you sharing both Sammy.
Thank you (and George) for sharing so much of your life with us. It all helps me feel less alone with my own attachments to lost things that I wanted to be the "earth beneath my feet".