I had the most awesome musical moment of my life last night at Rococo.

It was the celebration of Shy Oren’s graduate recital on the double bass.

All kinds of musical friends showed up and played with Shy at Rococo.

Among his friends who showed up and played was Adam, a classical guitarist from Isreal.

Oh. My. God.

Carter Sampson, a damn fine musician herself and who comes from a musical family, sat and watched open mouthed at the display of virtuosity.  Her comment was that she would go home and smash all her guitars because there was no hope she could ever play that well.

I hope and pray she meant that metaphorically and not literally, but I understood what she was saying.

It wasn’t just Adam, as wonderful as he was.  Various vocalists, trumpets, keyboardists, flautists, drummers joined in for a jam that went from about 9 p.m. to shortly after midnight.

It was absolutely magical.

The place was packed and there were moments when members of the audience would spontaneously jump up and applaud.

You, my faithful readers, know me as the dawg I can be.  There were just oodles of good looking women dressed hothothot and the music was too good for me to pay any attention.  Well, OK.  I paid attention to the lovely Juliet.  Aside from that, however, it was really about the music.

One of the greatest things about a musical evening like that is that it allowed me to be in the moment.  For once, I wasn’t thinking about my wretched past and my catastrophic future.  I was able to just be there and enjoy.

An Isreali whose name I can never remember sang Edith Piaf’s La Vie en Rose and it would have brought tears to the eyes of a hard bitten soldier of fortune.  I danced with the lovely Juliet to Carter Sampson’s rendition of Etta James’ At Last.  It seemed as if we had always been in each others’ arms, dancing rhythmically, as if the moment would never end and had always been.

It’s the reason I go out and don’t watch television.  Don’t bother to tell me you watched The Ten Commandments last night since I watched a real miracle happen before my eyes.  The transportation of human beings to another place by the strumming of strings and the pounding on stretched hide.  No CGI involved.

I have never seen nor heard another human being play the guitar as well as Adam and I attended Segovia’s concert at Civic Center Music Hall.  I’m telling you, it’s perfection.  He will be playing his own senior recital at OCU on the 24th FOR FREE! 

I likely should pause here to mention for the sake of the ladies that Adam is about 6’4″ with light complexion and black black black hair.  He looks like a god.  The next time you hear about him, I expect he’ll be an international star with bodyguards and an entourage.  He is that good and that good looking.

And as long as I have a memory, I will remember when …