James

Bach's Double Violin Concerto in D minor will never be the same again. No matter how many times I will be listening to it again during the rest of my lifetime, no matter how famous the violinists performing it will be, it will be only one person playing it... James. And yes I realise that my last entry has been about James. But he so does deserve another... entry that it. It is not because the ones who pass on become saints, not a 'chi muore e` santo' kind of thing. Oh God James would have never wanted me to write about him the saint. He'd kick me hard where it hurts. Because he didn't like being a saint. He left his own legacy true, but he'd never want to be some beatified someone whom people prayed to. And yet, I still pray to James. Ok ok James keep your hat on, I don't pray, I talk to you don't I? I talk to James when I'm sad and low and feeling terribly wronged, because if there ever was a man who knew about all that, then it's him. And as I've watched his video clip on FaceBook, such a lot has jogged my memory. Those hands, those fingers which he so liked to play with, in a very unusual manner, he liked making his fingers 'walk' in a manner impossible to me, on any dinner table, even on my car dashboard. And he might have passed on, but he's still a survivor. He beat all odds, odds which make my odds pale in comparison. He cried his heart out, but he smiled more cheekily than ever. And I listened to the endless stories and ideas because I don't want to call them fantasies. And we all knew who was behind James all the time didn't we? But we didn't like her much, well no, they didn't like her much. I never had a problem. James liked her though... a lot, a hell of a lot. And he might be resting in peace, but that sounds like something which James would never do. He's probably still being cheeky and trying to iron out his ideas with a Higher Power now, a Higher Power who will be wiping his brow when confronted with all the whys and hows but not whens. No when now, because time stands still in a completely different dimension. So go on, have a ball, and have one for me too. Because you've now mastered Bach, at least to me.