Dormant but not dead

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Just this

I was disturbed when I heard Patti Smith was accepting the R&R hall of fame award. My punk goddess!
Not after last year's wonderful snub by the Sex Pistols.
Then I saw a replay of it on VH1....and I wept openly...not sobs but just tears like the old commercial with the Indian.
It was cathartic...She accepted for her mother, brother and husband..all dead...She cried throughout the acceptance speech... she brought her defenses down to accept it like, "a lady", because before dying her husband told her that she would be nominated and that he wouldn't be there, and that she must accept it.
It was lovely and for long time fans like me...watching her play "Because the Night" there was a sense of rebirth, a kind of return to a dormant faith.

I thought my heart would beat like a teenage romantic, instead my head throbbed a bit as I watched her rip through one of her "poetry" breaks.

I was lost In a valley of pleasure
I was lost In the infinite sea
I was lost,
And measure for measure,
Love spewed From the heart of me
I was lost, and the cost,
And the cost Didn't matter to me
I was lost, and the cost
Was to be outside society




The performances were shoddy like ALL Patti Smith performances because that's how she always played it...like she was more in love with the growl of rock and roll, than the backbeat or the melody. It was beautiful to watch.