A few years ago, I had gone to Georgia and laid down on a giant trampoline, my friend and I…the sun was so warm and there was quite a bit that was going to take place in the coming few days. Musicians from all over the world, would be gathering for a weekend of performances, food, laughter and campfire jams.

Late at night, a handful of us had gathered around a campfire with various colored guitars and went around in a circle, playing with each other, listening to each other, and I had heard someone singing Hallelujah. I had heard it a couple times before, but for some reason, it really had an impact on me. Perhaps it was the moonshine, or maybe the full moon, but my ears were absorbing every sound, every breath, every  note.

Recently…I had spent the weekend with a girlfriend not too far away. We cooked, laughed, told stories, played guitar and just did the silly things we often do when we get together.  On the last day I spent with her, I took out her little trampoline and jumped up and down on it, wishing I could back flip in her modest apartment, and I plopped down on it, just laying there, immediately being taken back to Georgia, back down on the trampoline, looking at a beautiful blue sky.

Last night, I was flipping through channels on the television, and a Rufus Wainwright documentary came on.  I decided to watch a bit. I had been introduced to Rufus Wainwright’s music when I watched a film called “I’m Your Man” it was about Leonard Cohen, who is the writer of the song ‘Hallelujah’ a song I’ve decided to learn, after my trip to Georgia.
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