well, now that we’re here…
Homage to Morente.
…when I listen to Morente, my life becomes too shallow to swim in, I dig but can’t go down, I stretch my arms but can’t rise up, when I listen to Morente I know I’ve betrayed the solemn promise that justified all my betrayals… my guitar turns its back on me and I want to give everything back but no one wants it… I feel humble but not humiliated, I go with him now out of the darkness of what I couldn’t be and into the darkness of the song I couldn’t sing, I feel Morente’s Alleluia rising toward the impossible occasion,
L.C