Do you know who this man is? This is Ray Lamontagne. I am slightly obsessed with all things Ray. He is an amazing musician and just moves me. He is singer song writer who gave up his life as a shoe maker when hearing the Stephen Stills song Tree top flier. Can you imagine standing up at your place of work and saying "I'm sorry, I'm going to have go now because I realize my true calling is to sing and write songs, bye." Amazing. He is a bit of a tortured soul as all true artists tend to be. He spent many years developing and finding his voice. Apparently he has smashed many guitars out of frustration. When he preforms he can barely look at the audience. Bashful would be an understatement. He resides in on a 300 acre farm in Maine with his family, smoking pipes and fixing up old type writers. A man after my own heart. I have seen him about a dozen times over the past 6 years. I decided to pass on seeing him on his latest tour. I figured I would never get as close to him as I have in the past. Well last night a friend of mine was giving up her tickets.....2nd row for tomorrow night. I realize now fate has a strong part in finding these tickets for me. Or at least that it was I am telling myself. I will consider it an early Christmas present to myself (and Ray.) I have actually had the opportunity of meeting him twice. But I will leave those stories for another time.......
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Do you know who this man is? This is Ray Lamontagne. I am slightly obsessed with all things Ray. He is an amazing musician and just moves me. He is singer song writer who gave up his life as a shoe maker when hearing the Stephen Stills song Tree top flier. Can you imagine standing up at your place of work and saying "I'm sorry, I'm going to have go now because I realize my true calling is to sing and write songs, bye." Amazing. He is a bit of a tortured soul as all true artists tend to be. He spent many years developing and finding his voice. Apparently he has smashed many guitars out of frustration. When he preforms he can barely look at the audience. Bashful would be an understatement. He resides in on a 300 acre farm in Maine with his family, smoking pipes and fixing up old type writers. A man after my own heart. I have seen him about a dozen times over the past 6 years. I decided to pass on seeing him on his latest tour. I figured I would never get as close to him as I have in the past. Well last night a friend of mine was giving up her tickets.....2nd row for tomorrow night. I realize now fate has a strong part in finding these tickets for me. Or at least that it was I am telling myself. I will consider it an early Christmas present to myself (and Ray.) I have actually had the opportunity of meeting him twice. But I will leave those stories for another time.......
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