I'm certainly not the first person to make this observation, nor will I be the last, but one of the great challenges of our time lies in accurately and earnestly expressing one's emotions without simply regurgitating words that have been received through the music, TV and films of our ubiquitous and intrusive popular culture. Even as I wrote that last sentence, lyrics from a George Michael song and a scene from Say Anything popped into my head, unbidden and unwelcome. Out, ye demons!
In spite of all that, on this peculiar American occasion, in what might be a futile and foolish attempt, I want to attempt, at least, to accurately, earnestly and concisely express my gratitude to the entire Denver music scene for all it has done for me.
Specifically, I came to this weird little world - or it came to me - during a particularly challenging time of my adult life: my divorce.
When I began to contemplate leaving the life I'd known for nearly 10 years and redefining my adult life, I felt an uncertainty and loneliness like none I'd ever experienced. I could have felt crippled and isolated, but I quickly found a relief, a release, a haven and a home in the fun, familial, well-endowed (no, not that way!) community that exists here. Complete strangers made gestures of friendship, dragged me out of the house, and, most importantly, made music that became the soundtrack and salve of that particular epoch of my life.
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Without all of that, I just might be a shadow, a shell or ashamed.
So I guess what I'm saying is: thanks. -- Eryc Eyl