The lights go dim. The audience in the resplendent concert hall is whipped into a frenzy as the music reaches a crescendo. Rhythmic clapping begins that steadily increases in intensity in anticipation of the appearance of the star of the show that evening who will soon emerge from behind the curtains onto the stage. The multi-colored spotlights go on. Cheers, roars, with even further intensified clapping erupts. But wait, the star still has not yet come out from the shadows.
After a circular whirl, the boxes are unlocked at which time a bearded man wearing a white shirt and gray pants seemingly jumps out much to the delight of the crowd smiles warmly while taking his bow is handed his six-stringed music box.
We are being transported back in time to the year 1976 to a historical city named Williamsburg. Majikat will be the title of a song that will lead into a night of magic. A scant 18 months would pass by from that enchanted melodious evening. The artist will disappear for 30 years without a trace or a hint as to what happened or where he is. But for now two men one dressed all in white and the other dressed all in blue hurriedly place and assemble four cube-shaped boxes (one red, one blue, one yellow and one green) on the stage. After a circular whirl, the boxes are unlocked at which time a bearded man wearing a white shirt and gray pants seemingly jumps out much to the delight of the crowd smiles warmly while taking his bow is handed his six-stringed music box. From his stool, he will weave and bob his head strum his strings as he sings “I listen to the wind to the wind of my soul. Where I’ll end up well I think G-d only knows.” Cat Stevens!
You may still be here tomorrow but your dreams may not
–Father And Son, Cat Stevens
Precisely at midnight on December 31st, 2018 will fade into memory while we quizzically look forward to 2019. Another year had been ripped off from a page on the calendar of our lives. Cross off another day, another week and another month. Winds will blow season into season until we reach back to where it all started which is where it will unceremoniously end. This time is THE last time for me for now or forever?
I do not fret nor shalt I fear from resolutions made that evolved into resolutions procrastinated on until they are shattered. No, hope is not gone. All has not been lost. Ne’er were resolutions made. Nary a thought was given to making them. What has been lost except for life or love can or may be regained. That which never was may never be. What once was once was. Explanations for all decisions I freely made will be called into question as a prerequisite for a verdict to be handed down as to the future for the soul of Joel Elveson. A good soul hath he.
Sadness or sorrow will always languish inside of me. In the quiet solitude of silence, I rest my thoughts on the shoulders of my reality where pain is only a fluttering eyelid away.
The words I write that peer out at you from the front of your screen were from my soul. My heart tells me which way the words should go. Each line is a part of me that I share with you. I give to you the feelings I am feeling when I introduced you to them and them to you. Despite the dark tones that I project smiles do crease my face. Laughter is not some stranger I am leery of being approached by. Yes, there is laughter as there is joy. Silliness to provoke your laughter or sarcasm to scathe you are scenarios I play upon. Sadness or sorrow will always languish inside of me. In the quiet solitude of silence, I rest my thoughts on the shoulders of my reality where pain is only a fluttering eyelid away. Why did the man throw the clock out the window? Because he wanted to see time fly. Curly (of Mo, Larry & Curly fame alias the Three Stooges) who was my favorite stooge I learned how to mimic his trademark nyuk. As this is the last time I froze a moment from my past time.
Endings have a way of misleading you into thinking “that’s all folks” (Looney Tunes) when that is not all there is. “Those were the days my friend we thought they’d never end. We’d sing and dance forever and a day. We’d live the life we choose. We’d fight and never lose. For we were young and sure to have our way.” Those Were The Days-Mary Hopkins. “And in the end, they traded their tired wings for the resignation that living brings”-Before The Deluge-Jackson Browne. “Life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone”-Jack & Diane-John Cougar Mellencamp. “Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you. It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of. Across my dreams, with nets of wonder, I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love”-Elusive Butterfly-Bob Lind. I will always live for the lyrics of the songs that dance in my head-Joel Elveson
This Is THE Last Time! My time for this time is up. For all of you who partake in the religious aspect of the upcoming holiday, I ask you to pray for peace. Let us try to hate less and love more. Thank you for taking one last ride with me on yet another one of the horses on my carousel. Like the spokes on a wheel, we often find ourselves at the top. Yet as the wheel spins around we find ourselves in the middle and ultimately at the bottom. Yet as we keep peddling the spokes will again be on top. Happy Holidays to all of you!
In 2018 we soared like Eagles on the wings of Dennis Pitocco. Together we flew to many exotic places that our ripe minds took us to. Thanks to you Dennis we learned what it really means to be inspired. Now it is your time to take a deep breath and step away. For sure when you bring your ship back to the shore we will all be waiting to welcome you back. I can promise you that the only borough in New York City that has the word The in front of its name will still be The Bronx even while you are away. The saying goes “you can take the boy out of the Bronx but you can never take the Bronx out of the boy.” This Bronx boy wishes you and your family a very Happy Holiday Season. Thank you for the wisdom of your words which is the gift you so unselfishly gave to all of us a multitude of times. See you in 2019!