"Here Comes the Sun", George Harrison
I once heard a DJ relate a story after playing "Here Comes the Sun." He had just finished playing it, and a listener called in while the next song was on the air. The listener said the first time he ever heard "Here Comes the Sun", he and his mom were in the car on the way home from the hospital. They were returning home after just having visited his grandfather, who was dying and not expected to live much longer. The listener told the DJ that every time he hears "Here Comes the Sun" he remembers that drive home and thinks of his grandfather. Touching.
You're going to hate yourself for doing that because you've opened the path to MY story. It's equally as touching and quite scary, to be honest. I have to first commend you on calling it a George Harrison song because there aren't that many who do that.
On November 29, 2001 I was at my local Starbucks, taking shelter from one of Los Angeles' rare rainstorms. I must have been hiding out there for about four hours when it finally stopped - just stopped. I said, "OK, this is your chance. Just go home," so I did. I had been listening to George's "All Things Must Pass" album on CD and I continued as I went home. Directly across the street from Starbucks is a Blockbuster store (it's all still there now) and I stopped in front of it to see what the time was on my cell phone. It was 1.30pm. As I looked up, the clouds had suddenly parted and this bright ray of sun darted out onto the street directly in front of me, like a lightning bolt had just missed me, or something. It was just so sharp and so brilliant that I thought it couldn't have been real. Nevertheless, I uttered the words that would make this moment even more profound later..."Here Comes the Sun." I looked at the sight for a minute and took it all in. I was going to remember this moment because it was such a beautiful thing, especially with LA's dirty air quality...you know.
I do, in fact, remember that moment quite well nearly seven years later but, it's not because of the event itself.
The next morning, I awoke to find that George Harrison had passed away, here in Los Angeles, at about 1.30pm the previous afternoon.
I am NEVER going to forget that. NEVER! Every time there is a break in the clouds I'll remember that exact moment in living color, just like it was thirty seconds ago.
I told you, you'd be sorry...
