To break the pressure, I read poetry, the Bible, a mystery novel or two. I find a refuge over at The High Calling, and I go looking for beauty at TweetspeakPoetry.
And then I stumble on something like this, music I first heard in December 1972 when I saw the then-newly released movie Deliverance. I was a senior in college, recuperating from fairly serious surgery, and back at school during the break, to make up several incompletes in courses because of my surgery. One night, my former girlfriend called (we had broken up some time before), and she said “Let’s go see a movie, for old time’s sake.” So we did.
I got to pick the movie. There was nothing Freudian about the title. I think. But we saw it, and then had a soda afterward, and agreed that we should stay “broken up.”
But I loved the music of the movie. And I never thought that one day I would see three young brothers play it.