I was watching a “60 Minutes” piece last night, about Marfa, Texas. If you didn’t see it, it’s worth checking out.
After that segment, I was left with something more than feelings about what was seen. I was left with music.
The first time I heard Vance Gilbert’s Ten Thousand Skies, I was driving across the state of Colorado in the middle of summer. I had just met Vance, and I’d purchased his CD after witnessing his singing another of his songs – Unfamiliar Moon – late one night beside a beautiful river. At that time, I had thought I was experiencing the pinnacle of Vance Gilbert moments. Over time, it turned out to be only one of many spectacular moments in the presence of Mr. Gilbert. I am a blessed gal.
Anyhoo, as I was driving across Colorado, an hour of so before the sun set, with the seemingly endless sky spread out before me, I couldn’t have known how utterly perfect the timing of Ten Thousand Skies could be. I must have listened to that song about seven times in a row. By the time I neared Denver, I just let the disc play on and finish.
After last night’s “60 Minutes” story, I think I’ll be digging out my CDs soon. For a music craving is no different from food cravings: once the desire has been identified, it must be attained. And nothing will satisfy quite as well as the craved sustenance. I need Ten Thousand Skies to feed my soul.
It surely will.