An Awakening

I went along with my friend Jacob Benda to the piano recital of a doctoral student in the LSU School of Music tonight. That is one of the best things I have done for myself...ever. I must admit I've never attended a live piano performance of that nature before. As soon as the student (or should I say master) began to glide his slim fingers over the instrument, I immediately felt I was transported into an alternate reality, one in which emotions and thoughts became suddenly clearer and sharper, ever so poignant. Time slipped into the background as my eyes were glued to the stage, watching this guy almost tear the keys off the piano. I understand what it meant by the idea of "music as a language." The language of what I am typing is so muddled up by lack of clarity, it makes me angry. How to convey what I'm thinking I find not. Basically, I lived more of my life in that 1 hour and 15 minutes than I usually live in a whole week, I think. I could almost trade my Anberlin and Switchfoot concert tickets in to see this pianist play again. At the risk of being labeled a blasphemer, I will just say it: an experience like tonight's makes me wish that rock n' roll had never been invented.