I'm not a big fan of day-time television and even less of a talk-show watcher, but I had the TV on this morning and saw that James Taylor was going to be on "Ellen". I thought...damn...he's gotta be like 112 years old by now, I wonder how he's holding up...well, I sat through the beginning of the show, pouring coffee down my neck and waiting for the "good part".
Ellen did an intro for him and talked about 50 years in the business, and I thought, damn, him and I are both old, so I lit a smoke and sat back...
Mr. Taylor sat on a stool and brike into the song "Sweet Baby James", and for three and a half minutes, I was young again. The song was straight from my teens and that's just where it took me today. I could smell the cloud of "70's smoke" and I could hear the sounds of friends past echoing in my head. I remembered the feeling of hope in my heart, for myself and for the future.
James Taylor my be 112 years old, but he hasn't lost a step or a note, he was crystal clear and he cut straight into my soul.
As he finished the song, it was all I could do to keep drom standing up in my living room and clapping.
Thank you, Mr. Taylor, for the journey into my youth and for reminding me that, sometimes it's ok to be mellow.
My point in all of this, if there is one, is to say that my guess is that everyone has a song like that burried somewhere inside of them...
Dig it up and give it a listen, it will do wonders for you, your outlook, and your soul.
Have a good day and thanks for reading this.
