Bittersweet is a Taste

It's almost here. The Rankins concert is tomorrow, and I am partly excited and partly forlorn. That may sound strange, but, after seven years, this is strictly a one-off reunion for the family band, and that makes me a touch sad. Maybe sad isn't the right word; perhaps I am simply being maudling and sentimental. Also, if I had my druthers, we'd be doing this on a fine spring or summer evening when we could take in a leisurely dinner and then walk around town and/or the canal. As it is, we're in a deep freeze, so I think we'll confine ourselves to simply taking in the concert — make a night of it, so to speak. Maybe what we'll do is go out for a bit of dinner locally before driving into the city. That way, we'll still get out for dinner but not have to search around in the bitter cold for a suitable dining spot since we don't know the area very well.

I suppose that all sounds a bit like the glass is half empty, but it's not really. I'm just feeling a bit wistful; it will be a somewhat bittersweet evening, I think. But that's a taste isn't it: bittersweet? And I plan to savour it on my tongue, both the bitter and especially the sweet, for that too is life.

Meanwhile, I've posted another of their songs, Rise Again, in the sidebar (press play, I've turned autoplay off). It's another great song, and the lyrics are below.

When the waves roll on over the waters
And the ocean cries
We look to our sons and daughters
To explain our lives
As if a child could tell us why

That as sure as the sunrise
As sure as the sea
As sure as the wind in the trees
We rise again in the faces
of our children
We rise again in the voices of our song
We rise again in the waves out on the ocean
And then we rise again

When the light goes dark with the forces of creation
Across a stormy sky
We look to reincarnation to explain our lives
As if a child could tell us why

That as sure as the sunrise
As sure as the sea
As sure as the wind in the trees
We rise again in the faces
of our children
We rise again in the voices of our song
We rise again in the waves out on the ocean
And then we rise again

We rise again in the faces
of our children
We rise again in the voices of our song
We rise again in the waves out on the ocean
And then we rise