A Song

When I first saw this guy, on Austin City Limits, I just thought he was the long time missing member of the Band. He sort of looks like Richard Manuel or Rick Danko. I'm thinking he would have fit right in at that old house in Woodstock, Big Pink.

Anway, Ray, just reminds us that it comes down to a song. A voice, a guitar, a song. It's kind of eternal. Men and women will come and go. Songs will come to us and fade away.

But sitting down with an instrument and expressing something alive will be with us even on the day the sun burns out, or the planet spins out of orbit, or whatever big time fate awaits us.