The Resurrection

This entry is part 11 of 14 in the series Issue V: Summer 2010

By Nicholas Bochinis

I’ve always loved the 1960s, not just because of what it was, but because of what it meant.

His Voice—his music always made me feel like I was seeing pictures in sound. I always felt optimistic—full of hope like I was hearing music from a future being—this musical prophet of the Civil Rights Movement. Can you hear me, John? I can’t see you but I know you’re here. Your turmoil and your pain is a melodic and modal refrain uniting people in a global universe. Will you be there for the second resurrection? I know you must have hated heroin, but your music gives the world its next injection of love through sound. When you come, we’ll all go up and meet the One. On the path of Love, the world will play and say hello, and not goodbye. It was a love supreme. The resurrection has begun. The long night is over and the angels are here. The collective sound where love and God are smiling because you were born.

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