Kate
The day it arrived I was home from school, sick as a dog with the flu. I saw the postman walk up on the porch with the box but I felt too bad to go out and get it. When my mom came home for lunch, she brought it in, slung it on the turntable and made a mad dash out the back door. My dad had speakers wired up all over the house, so I was able to listen to it from my sick bed (a little sympathy here, guys). I laid there listening to The Barbarian, thinking...yeah yeah that sounds just like TARKUS, big deal.
Then all of a sudden, everything changed! There was a totally different sound! What was this?!?!?!?!?! I sat up!!! I GOT up!!! I went into the living room and sat in my rocking chair and listened - oh, man, did I listen!!! By the time Take a Pebble was over, I had tears streaming down my cheeks. I had never had a piece of music affect me that way. I had to play it another four or five times before I could listen to the rest of the album. Remember the bumper stickers that were around in the 70s that said, I found it? well, I don't know what IT was, but I knew that I had found it - a song that touched something deep in my soul that was waiting to be touched.
I think we all go through life with lots of little nameless holes in our souls that we don't know we have until something comes along to fill one up. Maybe thats the whole point - the joy of these discoveries and the joy of the sharing that follows. To this day, Take a Pebble still has the same effect on me as it did the first time I heard it. Now I have these special new friends to share this with and they understand.
You see it's all clear
{We} were meant to be here
From the beginning
Kate
August 25, 2001
