Twelve months gone again!
And where did I go? On the road, that’s where. The road that leads to your door. To many doors; stage doors, closed doors, dressing room doors, hotel corridors, van doors, bedroom doors – dreaming through that revolving door of time.
And what did I see? I saw sunsets and sunrises, spotlights and smoke machines, take-offs and landings, love and music, hands in the air and constellations of smart phones. And I saw home as a calendar date, the warmth of welcome when I got there.
And what did I hear? I heard the roar of the crowd, the synchronicity of souls, questions and answers to other questions, the poetry of complaint, the rumble of the road, the joy and the hassle, laughing and crying – the same release, as Joni said.
And who touched my life? RIP; Chuck Berry, Tom Petty, Fats Domino, Malcolm Young, Walter Becker, Glen Campbell, Greg Allman, Butch Trucks, Chris Cornell. And my good friend Ian Hansford – DP’s first roadie.
And whom did I meet? I met a cornucopia of people, some for the only time, some to be seen again, a multi-hued parade of old friends and new, and all those in between that touched my mind.
Thank you for these twelve months, for the many birthday greetings I couldn’t reply to, the kind words. And for making my 2017 as spectacular as it could have been.
Good luck for 2018.