I remember when I got my first horn. I was around eleven years old. My Mom had a lot of back in the day records and my older sister had a few from her generation. I was alone a lot as a kid, so I used to listen to every song that had a trumpet part in it and try to play along. The ones I recall the most were Wishin' and hopin' by Dionne Warwick and “Placebo Syndrome” by parliament funkadelic. I used to run those lines over and over again.
Music was my whole world. I remember I used to angle the stereo speakers toward one another late at night and sleep between them. The stereo effect made it feel like I was in an underwater bubble of sound. I could almost see and feel every note. That was the safest place for me. Nothing from the “outside world” could touch me at that point.
It gets that way on stage at times. Only the “bubble” is bigger and includes the entire venue that I playing at. I’m not up there entertaining or trying to get an audience to pay attention to what I’m doing. I’m inviting them to enter this world (bubble) with me. Take this journey with me. Where once you enter, you realize it’s not even about me, it’s just God and the music.
I'm talking that place where David was. Where he chased away demons from Saul by playing music with his had. Where yokes get broken, burdens get removed. Where the Holy Spirit has free reign.