>I am awestruck at the immensity of his talent.
>It's enough to make you believe in a higher power, in miracles, in
gifts
>from the gods.
I feel exactly the same way.
A friend of mine, who was a 95 Kerrville finalist, gave me the proper
Sexton foreshadowing. He said, "This guy's amazing. I got his tape.
Wasn't a finalist, but he tore it up." My friend spoke with awe,
and I found out why.
First saw Martin at Folk Alliance in 1996. How could I forget
sitting in a hotel suite with him playing in front of a backdrop of
pure, white and incessant snow as seen through the window about 12
floors off of the DC blacktop? I certainly was transformed, and saw
someone and something larger, something magnificent. I was a witness.
That's how it felt.
After seeing Martin many times since then, I feel the same way.
Awestruck.
The last time I saw him was here in Nashville about two months ago.
The day of his show I had learned that my Mom had a serious, life
threatening health problem. I was assured by my Dad that I didn't
have to go home to see her or anything, so I tried, with some
difficulty, to continue through the day with life as usual, and
thought the show would do some good.
I talked to Martin a bit before he started, and he asked about her,
expressing concern. A very polite thing to do, of course. The thing
that got me, and I won't forget this, is that toward the end of his
show he did some chanting over a feedback drone. The chanting dug to
the core of existence. Back years, lifetimes, centuries.
A couple of days later, my Dad told me my Mom was improving, and that
the doctors expected a full recovery. Since synchronicity is
something I gently and firmly believe in, I will forever link Marty's
trip yonder to learning of my mother's comeback.
I've been thankful for the chance to see him as many times as I have.
No, I don't think the guy's Jesus. But he has been chosen. The
universe gave him a very, very special gift. Go see Martin.
Cheers,
Robert K. Wolf