I do feel that sometimes, when you decide to some little thing good, that God helps you find exactly the right tools or material to help you reach your goal.
I felt just that this morning, when I was choosing a song to send to my wife to tell her my feelings. I felt that God led me to this song. He got me to choose this one from the many I found.
I like Spotify. I use it a lot. I have a £9.99 premium subscription so I can play unlimited music when mobile. Some people think that’s extravagant, but then many people pay a lot more for premium TV channels.
I discover plenty of new music and new artists and rediscover old stuff. Sometimes, like recently, I discover old stuff that’s been remixed that I’ve never heard before.
Such was the case with Donna Summer’s ‘I Feel Love’. A track from her 1977 album ‘I Remember Yesterday’, it’s been remixed by Patrick Cowley and you can find it here, if you’ve got Spotify.
It’s on an album entitled Donna Summer – I Feel Love: The Collection, which was released in 2013. I have to admit that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that original 1977 album, and it really does seem like it was just yesterday, and not the best part of forty years ago!
Regardless of whether you are a fan of the Rolling Stones or not, (and I am) you have to admit that last Saturday’s performance at Glastonbury 2013 was musical history in the making.
Ok, so it’s just another ageing rock band trying to earn a few more bucks.
Nope, I disagree. They’ve made enough money down the years to be able to retire, and live on the royalties. They’re like the Warren Buffet of the musical world. They keep playing their game because they thoroughly enjoy what they do, it’s in their blood.
They’ve been together over fifty years. That’s impressive in itself. Many marriages don’t last that long. The Beatles didn’t stick together more than a decade.
They still have ‘it’ too. They still play well, and sing well, and present themselves well.
I’d like to say here’s to the next fifty, but somehow I think most of us will be pushing up the daises by then, not least the Rolling Stones themselves.