LYRICALERT

on that day, i'll shout my freedom loud and strong
on that day, my soul will sing its finest song
on that day, i'll live in joy where i belong
on that day, my chains will all be gone

someone died that i hardly knew, yet the impact cut me to the core. this is part of a lyric that burst forth from the psychic buildup of inner shock and sorrow. we had only a few moments of acquaintance, but the quality of them easily led me to believe we would have become great friends at the rate we were going. suddenly losing someone only 36 years old who had so much more to say and play is just an unnatural sensation. he played the sax...you might say, and pardon the cliche but it's perfect, he had phenomenal sax appeal. our encounters gave witness to a remarkable simpatico between us, musically and non-musically. and now the reprogramming begins: no more running into "gangbusters" downtown--that was my name for him, and anyone who knew him for more than 30 seconds can testify to its appropriateness, no more improvisational give and take, no more of that one-of-a-kind magic, so briefly glimpsed, yet so powerfully and unforgettably experienced. bye gangbusters, you really are In His Presence now, shouting your freedom loud and strong, playing your soul's finest song, living in joy where you belong, with all your chains finally forever gone.