Encounters of the very close kind

This is my 50th year in the entertainment business, and along the way there’s been much to be grateful for. One has to be grateful for those on-stage surges – the roar from a massive crowd; the sound of the Tradewinds band on those nights when everything is just right; the awards that have come from various quarters (Guyana, Canada, Cayman, Barbados, the USA); the look on the faces of the public when they’re hearing you perform a song they have come to love; and those sudden searing few seconds when a crowd erupts at the instrumental intro of a song they know inside out, like the guitar line that begins Not A Blade O’ Grass or the original hit Honeymooning Couple. That last one can send tingles up your spine.

I recognize those moments as part of the wonderful magic of music memory.