I remember hearing this as a boy and thinking… “too long!”
I remember hearing this as a teenager and feeling a stirring in my soul.
I remember hearing this as a college student and weeping and then wanting to write.
I know now the joy of listening. Of sitting still and letting storytellers shine a new sun on an old story. So I sit in a chair, waiting for my own children to be old enough to enjoy the story told anew, listening. Someday, when the story has changed its luster for my own, we will sit and listen and let the joy run down our cheeks.
The link above is to a site that is streaming the performance… or was.