Sometimes you just know
Making Great Music
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
Don McLean
Back in summer camp as a newly minted teenager, I met a guy who could play the guitar and sing. He was cool – and he could really play. Turns out we were distantly related and we would end up at the same school and university – but that is another story.
Recently, I have reconnected with friends from long ago through Facebook. I have been disconnected from them for over 20 years – in many cases with absolutely no contact. From time to time I thought and wondered – Where are they now? What happened to them? What do they do? Where did they go?
There is a familairity born from shared experiences that 20+ years has not changed. And my friend’s music which was largely covers in those heady camp days – has taken a circuitous route to get to this post. Because at 17, he stopped playing.
After 10 years in Philadelphia, he returned to Cape Town, South Africa and as he told me, rekindled his love for music and art. and he gave me the URL for his website. And as Don McLean sang in American Pie:
…something touched me deep inside,
The day the music died started again
Go to Paul Abro’s site Read his story and listen to his music – you won’t be sorry. Even at 13, I just new. The voice has mellowed and it is good stuff.
Bravo Paul and thanks for sharing.
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