There is love and first love. I have had many first loves. They are still my love.

I want to tell you about this time I met God. In Marbella of all the places. Deep into the night. Out under the stars. A friend had to carry me home as I could no longer walk. But that is another story. For another night. I haven’t told anyone.

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Today I want to talk about Jack. Jack was first love. And still is. Would it be audacious to say I got songs like him? I can feel them wrestling, trying to get out.

This is the first song I heard.

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There is no combination of words. None. It can’t be said.

And then flake.

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Under utilized. Under understood. Which brought to Ben Harper. But let’s not get off topic.

I really thought I was mad until one cousin. A fabulous guitarist was in agreement. And then that trip to Marbella. I made friends with luthier and then with the luthiers friend. Fellipe. This guy was a Jack Johnson specialist. We were out in a courtyard. Beautiful women around. Filippe was playing acappela. I was sitting on a plastic chair. There was a joint going around. And then god appeared. Radiant blue. Everyone disappeared. It was radiant blue, raining blue. The blue of Krishna. But even bigger than him. God took over my heart. I never had a chance after that.

I can’t be that asshole everyone wants me to be.

I can’t do it. Fuck me. I have had god in my heart. I couldn’t operate for days after that one. I think I am still having problems operating. This was prophet level shit.

But then listen to this song:

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The pure joy of it. You know Jack met God too. The fucker never told you. Expect through his songs.

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epilogue. Hear that song one more time…

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