The Extraordinary Within

Last night, Jenny and I traveled back in time to that place when we first met; we went out and, for lack of a better word, rocked. One of our friends, Steve Coleman, and his band, Gabriel's Hold, played at a bar near where we live. We took the opportunity to go and splurge, to indulge in something that secretly we both harbor as one of our fondest pre-marriage pastimes.

Steve and his band were just what we needed in a lot of ways. Both of us overtly talk about all the time we used to spend in bars or clubs listening to live music, and as much as it is a tiring endeavor to do on a regular basis (Jennifer used to date a drummer, and I used to work in bars), the occasional dose is more than invigorating--it's jolting.

To see the uninhibited expression on our faces must have been priceless, the stuff only reserved for weddings and family parties where, regardless of the degree of our embarrassing behavior, the people are stuck with us. Steve's music carries an infectious groove that moves you regardless of your rhythmic inclinations. But the most precious part of the evening was that for a time, in a public sphere, we were uninhibited. All was as it should have been.