"When did you stop loving me..." These were words being sung in my ear buds today when I arrived in the town's central park. The singer: Marvin Gaye. Marvin is in my opinion the best there ever was.
When I sat down on a set of steps in the park, everything on my mind shifted to the background and the music playing in my ears took center stage.
"When did you stop living me? When did I stop loving you?" was the question I heard from Marvin. The clarity of his performance and the fortunately not overdone production made his vocal seem very intimate, like I was in the room with him.
Somehow, this moment made me think of Marvin Gaye's kids and grandkids and the fact that they can have a degree of connection with him at the touch of a button, even though his untimely death occurred over 30 years ago. I marveled at the thought that Marvin's descendants - those who knew him and those born too late to know him - can access a gorgeous, emotional and heartfelt, moving and even entertaining piece of him through his audio recordings...and all of this is made possible by the arts.
The moment also made me envy the kind of art that can be left behind for progeny, and it gave me the millionth reason to be grateful for my own literary and musical inclinations.
New motivation and goals were just born.