Well, I’m doing it – I’m watching “The Grammys” – if only to see Paul McCartney perform (Man! He is great! ! [I wonder why he and that one-legged chick didn’t get along – oh yeah, she didn’t approve of the drugs]). Actually, there have been some solid performances: that Jennifer Hudson is something else (her Super Bowl ‘Star Spangled Banner’ was as good-as-it-gets); and Robert Plant picked up one w/Alison Krause (though I’m not sure why Alison didn’t say anything?). Cold Play left me cold, and I couldn’t hear The Kid’s vocals at all. There was some hot blonde that was pretty damn good as well!
Stevie Wonder and the Jonas Brothers? Fascinating…I’m wondering if I will have dreams of being on The Grammys someday – as I am wont to — after I’ve watched them over-the-years. Once-upon-a-time, I believed that I might become a rock star, of Robert Plant proportions – but somehow, I never-made-a-dime-off-of my musical endeavors. I guess I wasn’t that good, or the folks that I surrounded myself with didn’t manage to create that so-so necessary synergy (because I feel like I’ve played with some pretty passionate and inspired folks over-the-years). But I also started having children at a rather young age, and felt that putting money-on-the-table and maintaining medical insurance would perhaps be wiser, instead of (as Fish noted) being #1 at the end of the bar.
I have met so many fascinating folks over-the-years as I tried to gain that musical fame…some folks have faded from the landscape; some — those beautiful losers that Bob Seger sang about have melted into those warm wet circles (as Fish also noted [Tami A once read some Fish sentiments, and, she approved of him!]; and, some – well some have quit trying to play music altogether – but none have ever “made it” — at least so far – and, as Fish again noted – this is the story so far…
There is nothing quite like getting locked into a musical groove – particularly with fellow human beings. We often suggest that it’s better than sex, and, perhaps where the heroin train is supposed to be headed. I’ll never forget the acoustic rock afternoon in jolly-old England with Pete and Co. (back when Pete and I enjoyed each other’s company); then those alcohol besotted Necronom jams — with Ron D — and our dealer exclaiming that he had finally experienced “God” during a rendition of “Wish No One to Know.” Not to be edged out, I remember jamming with Billy C (one of the best bass guitarists this side of Stanley Clarke) – and having the rare good fortune of jamming with a female Ian Gillan – who, literally, could bring the roof down. And I’ll never forget the night that “Rainy Day in Jeffrey’s Bay” came together with the re-united Rasputin, er, Cro Magnon. My own journeys up the Mountain to perform in the Moody Blues old studio – armed with Carlsbad Green – will stay with me forever…
Well, Robert and Alison went up again – but this time with T-Bone Burnett – so I guess Alison must have said something earlier on.
I am glad for music – it is our universal language, and I hope that someday, there is melody that will unite all-of-us. H.G. and I keep trying to find it…