I went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame today. It was really a very sacred experience for me. Aside for the fact, that as River, my partner says, it's like hearing the soundtrack of your own life, it was about life writ large. The every day struggle, the loss, the need to create, the bull and whether you wanted to or not, if you ever stood on a supermarket line, you knew the sordid details of so many of these musicians lives. And in spite of and because of all that there came to be THE MUSIC...the holy third thing. Another dimension, born of and encompassing but still another dimension. It calls to a place in me where life is really lived. I guess that place is likely ultimately soundless but man, it clearly is sown together in glory.
What a day.
