41 Years, Can You Believe It?

No I can't believe that it's been 41 years since Woodstock! I'm sitting here in my mobile home, in some idiotic retirement community watching a replay of the concert. On stage is Joe Cocker. He's belting out "With A Little Help From My Friends". It's a classic! Cocker was imitated numerous times for his jerking seizure like style of performing. He was just trying to get the notes out man. And did he ever!

Sitting watching this reminds of how important this music was and is to me. When ever I'm feeling a little lonely, whenever I feel alienated by the world, when I think nothings going to ever get better, I listen to the music. It lights some kind of fire inside me. My emotions swell and I start almost immediately feeling, not just good, but like I could take on the whole world. It's hypnotizing and motivating to a point where the energy is nearly uncontrollable.

But there's another thing that happens when I listen. There' a spark of creativity that is initiated. Creativity that I only feel intermittently at best. It's that once in a while feeling that leads me to new thoughts, new adventures, with the steam to accomplish those crazy things.

I lose the thoughts of hurting people. That's right! You heard it right. When I get down, when I have just about had enough of this angry unfeeling world. When I am shown it's lack of compassion and it's discourteous ugly face I want to get my rifles out and find a nice tall tower somewhere. Music heals that horrible feeling.

Music flies you through the clouds. It takes you to Heaven. It takes you sailing on the seas in a tall clipper ship! Music vibrates. It's not only sexy, it takes to places unspeakable. It is the password to the great star fields above!

I know it sounds unbelievable. But it's true. Take some time and sit down and listen to some of your favorite tunes. You'll be glad you did.

And, oh yeah... Woodstock... still as good as ever!