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...out of all the music I've ever listened to, every sound I've ever loved in my life, I don't think anything carries a bigger emotional load than the Grateful Dead's American Beauty.
John introduced me to it, and I inherited its emotional resonances from him. Together we added more layers to those resonances. We used to quote lines from it to each other in our love letters during times apart. There were many favourites, but one that just slid past me and sparked is this, from Operator:
"I don't know where she's going, I don't care where she's been, as long as she's been doin' it right"
...which tells you all you need to know about John's views on truth, love and artistic integrity; just one more item of value in my rich inheritance. I try to do it right.
When I resurrected myself from heroin's undead and started reacquiring the albums I'd sworn I'd never sell for drugs (ha!) it was the very first CD I bought (together with Bob Dylan's Blood On The Tracks), the same day I bought the cheap little portable CD player with the first social security cheque I no longer had to spend on drugs.
And now, in a different place, a new life and new love, it still sustains me. All the love and beauty still there, much used and untarnished. Love never dies. Thank you.
What a long, strange trip it's been.
John introduced me to it, and I inherited its emotional resonances from him. Together we added more layers to those resonances. We used to quote lines from it to each other in our love letters during times apart. There were many favourites, but one that just slid past me and sparked is this, from Operator:
"I don't know where she's going, I don't care where she's been, as long as she's been doin' it right"
...which tells you all you need to know about John's views on truth, love and artistic integrity; just one more item of value in my rich inheritance. I try to do it right.
When I resurrected myself from heroin's undead and started reacquiring the albums I'd sworn I'd never sell for drugs (ha!) it was the very first CD I bought (together with Bob Dylan's Blood On The Tracks), the same day I bought the cheap little portable CD player with the first social security cheque I no longer had to spend on drugs.
And now, in a different place, a new life and new love, it still sustains me. All the love and beauty still there, much used and untarnished. Love never dies. Thank you.
What a long, strange trip it's been.
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well, back to grappling with shakespeare ;)