Another Ricardo story: I recall the first time I met Ricardo several years ago. I had finished doing a few songs at the Reston Herndon Folk Club. A music exec. who we will call F. was in the room to hear me and asked to chat with me after the evening of music concluded. I believe Ron Goad had invited him to the club that evening. F. and I went outside and sat in the balmy summer night. I had my guitar. He asked me to play one of my ballads, as he wanted to hear a more intimate, introspective rendering of a song. I recall that there was a bit of magic in the air that night and also that I felt a bit uncomfortable as everyone had left the club and we were sitting there alone. Only we weren’t really alone. Sitting quietly next to us was Ricardo. I felt his kind and gentle presence somehow washing over me as I relaxed into myself and shared a very personal song about my son. We all felt somehow transported to a special place. I really didn’t know Riccardo at all, but I felt that this kind stranger had witnessed and shared a very special moment in my life as he sat quietly there a kind of angel at my side. I have always cherished that memory and felt a special connection with him ever after…as I still do.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:37:43 +0000
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