“As I stepped beyond the threshold, I entered another world-like Dorothy walking into Oz. A slight breeze swirled the leaves and branches and blossoms of the garden, brushing the skin on my arms. Soft air and clear light caressed my face. Just then, the music stopped. It took me a moment to realize that the music in my head was actually in my iPod and the iPod must have run out of power. I took out the ear buds and a far more fantastic music flooded in, leaves rustling, birds chirping, insects buzzing, the distant shoosh of tires on the road invisible behind the trees. I sat at the wrought-iron table and put my feet up. The crystalline light astonished me. The air, neither hot nor cold, was invigoratingly dry. I felt energy radiating from my body into the air, mingling with the radiations emanating from all the life surrounding me. I scanned the back yard. The ornamental grasses had begun to shoot out golden tufts; the crepe myrtle, hydrangea, stone crop, petunias and geraniums all had covered themselves in blossoms. Figs grew large and heavy on the fig tree, which exploded tropically in one corner of the yard, and fat red tomatoes swelled on the still leafing vines in another. Tendrils of Virginia creeper and wild grape dripped from the pines across the back fence, persimmons hung from the persimmon tree like Christmas ornaments. I had seen all this the previous morning, and many other mornings before that. But now I had stepped into a page from an illuminated fairy tale. Just as that thought entered my mind, three large yellow butterflies appeared, flitting in spirals around me. I laughed aloud: I was in Oz after all🌄… …I can’t think of any other way to put this but to say the sky opened, and grace poured down all around me. Light itself had transformed into a palpable substance, spilling down as if from a fountain. But it was more than light. It was blessings of every kind, goodness incarnate, flowing inexhaustible and immutable from above. I didn’t say to myself, “What is this?” I didn’t guess. I knew, I saw, I was in the presence of God. This wasn’t a God with whom I could have a conversation, at least not two-way. I think I said, or shouted, “Ok, I am DEFINITELY not an atheist,” but God was mute, or rather, I understood, or perceived, that the only response God would ever make was the boundless bounty of beauty cascading over me. After the shock and awe, my first thought was that this gift absurdly overmatched anything I could possibly have deserved. I thought, and said aloud, “Why me?” Instantly, that seemed too pleased with myself. I could just look at this phenomenon that confronted me, this Niagara Falls of beauty pouring down, and know that I hadn’t been “chosen.” I was no one special. This was just what God was, a permanent condition that somehow had remained invisible to me until this moment..” reset.me/story/tried-psychedelic-mushrooms-35-years-saw-light/🌈 🍂🌄🍄🌄🍂
I truly luv this chick! Great songwriter, and her lyrics are interesting and introspective to such a degree that you really have to listen to her and her music! 🎼🎶👏
Thanks for uploading this! You can see how excited Shawn is to have a band behind her, including (I think) long-time producer John Leventhal -- she usually toured alone back then. I think she played "Round of Blues" on Late Night a couple years later.
Yeah -- November 11, 1992. Someone has already put that up in stereo, so I'm not sure if I'll do the same. She also appeared May 22, 1991, and performed "Diamond in the Rough." And she harmonized with Bruce Hornsby's "Lost Soul" on September 11, 1990. That I uploaded: ua-cam.com/video/WlliFyFOEDU/v-deo.html
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An anthem of my senior year in college. Saw her live at the Iron Horse in Northampton, MA one summer. What an amazing memory.
“As I stepped beyond the threshold, I entered another world-like Dorothy walking into Oz. A slight breeze swirled the leaves and branches and blossoms of the garden, brushing the skin on my arms. Soft air and clear light caressed my face. Just then, the music stopped. It took me a moment to realize that the music in my head was actually in my iPod and the iPod must have run out of power. I took out the ear buds and a far more fantastic music flooded in, leaves rustling, birds chirping, insects buzzing, the distant shoosh of tires on the road invisible behind the trees. I sat at the wrought-iron table and put my feet up. The crystalline light astonished me. The air, neither hot nor cold, was invigoratingly dry. I felt energy radiating from my body into the air, mingling with the radiations emanating from all the life surrounding me. I scanned the back yard. The ornamental grasses had begun to shoot out golden tufts; the crepe myrtle, hydrangea, stone crop, petunias and geraniums all had covered themselves in blossoms. Figs grew large and heavy on the fig tree, which exploded tropically in one corner of the yard, and fat red tomatoes swelled on the still leafing vines in another. Tendrils of Virginia creeper and wild grape dripped from the pines across the back fence, persimmons hung from the persimmon tree like Christmas ornaments. I had seen all this the previous morning, and many other mornings before that. But now I had stepped into a page from an illuminated fairy tale. Just as that thought entered my mind, three large yellow butterflies appeared, flitting in spirals around me. I laughed aloud: I was in Oz after all🌄…
…I can’t think of any other way to put this but to say the sky opened, and grace poured down all around me. Light itself had transformed into a palpable substance, spilling down as if from a fountain. But it was more than light. It was blessings of every kind, goodness incarnate, flowing inexhaustible and immutable from above. I didn’t say to myself, “What is this?” I didn’t guess. I knew, I saw, I was in the presence of God. This wasn’t a God with whom I could have a conversation, at least not two-way. I think I said, or shouted, “Ok, I am DEFINITELY not an atheist,” but God was mute, or rather, I understood, or perceived, that the only response God would ever make was the boundless bounty of beauty cascading over me. After the shock and awe, my first thought was that this gift absurdly overmatched anything I could possibly have deserved. I thought, and said aloud, “Why me?” Instantly, that seemed too pleased with myself. I could just look at this phenomenon that confronted me, this Niagara Falls of beauty pouring down, and know that I hadn’t been “chosen.” I was no one special. This was just what God was, a permanent condition that somehow had remained invisible to me until this moment..”
reset.me/story/tried-psychedelic-mushrooms-35-years-saw-light/🌈
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wow, look how young she is! This is about when I first discovered her on Austin City Limits.
Thank you Don! Takes me back with heart ❤❤❤❤
I truly luv this chick!
Great songwriter, and her lyrics are interesting and introspective to such a degree that you really have to listen to her and her music! 🎼🎶👏
One of my all time favorite artists
So great! So inspiring.
Thanks for uploading this! You can see how excited Shawn is to have a band behind her, including (I think) long-time producer John Leventhal -- she usually toured alone back then. I think she played "Round of Blues" on Late Night a couple years later.
Yeah -- November 11, 1992. Someone has already put that up in stereo, so I'm not sure if I'll do the same. She also appeared May 22, 1991, and performed "Diamond in the Rough." And she harmonized with Bruce Hornsby's "Lost Soul" on September 11, 1990. That I uploaded: ua-cam.com/video/WlliFyFOEDU/v-deo.html
I saw the Hornsby bit. That was great, too.
Shawn is the Best! Her voice, her music makes my soul sing!
Great great album
J Leventhal on fender Bass VI
Darn!! It's too bad we didn't get to see what Dave had to say to her...
i'd rather not know, 'came here for just her & not Leventhal or others. ✌️
Dave was completely smitten!