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REAL LOVE 

“That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.”
—Jim Morrison

FROM THE ARCHIVES - On MLK's Birthday 

In honor of Dr. King's birthday today, here's a show poster from 20 years ago this week: a benefit concert for the I Have a Dream Foundation, held at the old Yoshi's on Claremont (loved that place), sponsored by KJAZ (loved that station), featuring the late, great Eddie Marshall (will always love that guy) on drums.

I wonder what Dr. King would think of American society in 2013.

Would he be pleased by the election and re-election of President Obama?
Would he be gratified that race relations have improved overall?
Or would he be heartbroken to learn that race, class and income disparities continue to divide us?

I hope he would be heartened by the awareness that—at least among many of us—his dream is still very much alive.

~DM



January 17, 1993
Dmitri Matheny & The SOMA Ensemble
Strength to Love: A Tribute to Martin Luther King, Jr.
To benefit the I Have A Dream Foundation
Yoshi's Nightspot
Oakland, California

Greg Bridges, master of ceremonies
Dmitri Matheny, flugelhorn
Harvey Wainapel, alto saxophone
Regi Oliver, tenor saxophone
John Heller, guitar
John Wiitala, bass
Eddie Marshall, drums

FAILING & FLYING by Jack Gilbert 

 

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.

It's the same when love comes to an end,

or the marriage fails and people say

they knew it was a mistake, that everybody

said it would never work. That she was 

old enough to know better. But anything

worth doing is worth doing badly.

Like being there by that summer ocean

on the other side of the island while

love was fading out of her, the stars 

burning so extravagantly those nights that

anyone could tell you they would never last.

Every morning she was asleep in my bed

like a visitation, the gentleness in her

like antelope standing in the dawn mist.

Each afternoon I watched her coming back

through the hot stony field after swimming,

the sea light behind her and the huge sky

on the other side of that. Listened to her

while we ate lunch. How can they say 

the marriage failed? Like the people who

came back from Provence (when it was Provence)

and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.

I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,

but just coming to the end of his triumph.