Streaming toward 10 degree Knoxville Tennessee this morning with a rollicking China Cat Sunflower percolating around in the cab of my truck, I had one of those moments. Big grin shoots across my face. Chills ripple through me, playing my spine like vibes. A strange, happy tear wells up in my eye. Bruised purple clouds cling to the sunrise, casting that “scruffy little city” in a frigid halo, pillars of steam rising up from several buildings like hotsprings in Yellowstone. The traffic on I-40 hits a sudden synchronicity, flowing and pulsing toward downtown. It all melts into one …
“Once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right.”
BTW: I’ve been loving Keith Godchaux’s keyboards on Europe ’72. His work is just incredible, and the band seems so young, so not-addled by life and addiction and all the other bunk that dragged them down by the ’90s. If you haven’t listened to that CD for a while, get it out. Put it on. Smile smile smile.