The room was full, the band rather big, the tables arranged around the stage. We'd all had a drink (or two) and ordered some food when the band started something familiar, swinging and rocking as only a rather big band can.
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
And there was my friend, in a resplendent suit, reminding us of what we'd all been missing. Julian Fleisher, the spotlight on him, looking nothing like someone who spent the last two years chopping wood to keep his cabin warm.
And I grew strong And I learned how to get along
At some point, we just need to get back to it.
His show at Joe's Pub was just what we needed to return to city living. It was normalcy, but it was hyperreal, like we were all extras in Julian's movie. He and his band got up there and swung, and we sang and we danced, and most of all, we made it.
Oh no, not I, I will survive Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive