Gimme a B flat

After "Gypsy Woman", we walked backstage, stood in the wings breathing hard. "Gimme a B flat," Tim said. I played the chord for him. He hummed the key-tone, walked back out and sang "Anonymous Proposition" a cappella….To this day I have not heard another performance that matched the intimate melodic range, and musical beauty of that song and the way he sang it. "Anonymous Proposition" had appeared on Lorca but at Carnegie he sang it by himself, no group, no 12-string guitar, just him and his voice, radiant in the spotlight on one of the world's most revered stages, holding notes higher and longer and with greater strength and conviction and beauty than I had ever heard. He lived up to the spirits in that hallowed hall, the unnumbered great artists and composers who have set foot on that stage and given their all. Tears came to my eyes as I watched from the wings. He did it, he did it on his own, and he did it right. It was one of the highlights of his life. Mine, too

Mi sento fottutamente solo, stasera. Che ci stia ricascando? No no no no no no non voglio...

P.