This is not a show review, per se, but simply an account of my experience on this
particular evening. I imagine some of you will find that you have had similar
experiences, the formative ones that led you to join this list and see the slip
whenever possible. This is about the magic.
On the day of the Troy show, I found myself working a landscaping gig with some
friends. As I'm standing there, lyrics pop into my head, seemingly from out of
nowhere: "If I ever catch up with you, I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life!"
my friend immediately turns of the hedgetrimmers and says, "Are you singing Mike and
the Mechanics?" Sure enough, "All I need is a Miracle" had somehow slipped into my
head and out my mouth.
Later that night, as we were driving to the show, we stopped at a rest area on
the thruway. As I waited in line for my food, my attention wandered to the faint
music coming down from the ceiling. Sure enough, Mike and the Mechanics. Now, I
haven't heard that song in years, but there it was, blaring through a speaker at a Roy
Roger's Fixin's Bar. All over the place. As we exited the rest area, i turned to my
friend and said, "I have a feeling tonight's going to be really special."
On the ride there, we had a long talk about the big topics: love, getting
older, the future, the past. We dug deep the way old friends do when they catch up,
so we had a lot on our minds coming into the show. This particular instance
reinforced our dearest reasons for going to shows, an emotional recharge, a spiritual
uplift, inner reflection, and a damn good time. And is if qued by our yearning, every
song the boys played spoke to me. Conversed with me. One line in particular stood out
(This is from memory, so possibly innacurate): "Something that when you got it you
realize you care more than it costs." With the vibrant swirling of Nellie Jean, the
driven rock of Children of December, the joyous meandering of Happy Snails, and the
reassurance of Sometimes True to Nothing, this show so thouroughly covered the gambit
of emotions I was experiencing that I was certain that I was meant to be there. I
needed to be there.
As if that wasn't enough, a subsequent raffle of a growler of the beer of your
choice was won by my best friend and travelling companion. When they announced his
name, all I could think was "Mike and the Mechanics". By shows end I had ridden the
emotional rollercoaster so intensely it led me to comment, "It's nights like these I
don't know whether to burst into tears or burst into flames."
If you've stuck around to read this I thank you. I simply want to express the
connectiveness of everything out there, the oneness and wholeness of the universe, and
to emphasise how easy it is to lose that, and how we musn't. The Slip and the
experiences such as these which they aide really serve as reminders that there is more
out there than what we often see in our everyday lives. The key is to take these
moments home with us, and add a little of that magic to all aspects of life. Anyhow,
thanks for reading and much love to all.
p-peace
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