People say if you die and go to heaven you come upon a huge set of pearly gates. Beyond them lies beauty, and wonder, and clouds, and maybe some harps.
If I die and there really is a heaven and I somehow end up there … . THIS is what I will come upon. Not a set of pearly gates, but this weathered door with a simple sign.
"Open. Live Music."
When I tug on the handle and step inside I won’t be greeted by brightness and harps and clouds. No, in my heaven I’ll enter a dark, smoky room. My eyes will squint to adjust and I’ll freeze for a moment and rub them when I see a glimpse of Jimi Hendrix as he walks by chatting with Kurt Cobain and Jerry Garcia. On the stage before me Janis Joplin wails away. Jim Morrison sits at a table in a dark corner, enjoying a drink and quietly scribbling away in a journal. Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper are joking with Jim Croce and Ronnie Van Zant. Elvis Presley and Roy Orbison are harmonizing in preparation for taking the stage. John Lennon and George Harrison are catching up at the bar.
I just slowly sink into a nearby chair as my knees go weak and I give thanks for whatever it was I did in my life to deserve this.
THIS is my heaven.